Amy Serhienko


Specter - Poem by Amy Serhienko

The mist swirls in front of me,
a plume of damp, soft haze.
I see your face in the cloud,
translucent, blurred -
your razored edges softened
by the white light of fog.

The vapors enfold the sounds of the street
in their moist embrace,
and I hear you call me,
again and again.
Above, below,
ahead and behind.

You are everywhere, it seems,
and I am getting lost in you.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 26, 2008


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