THE SECOND FORTUNE Poem by Theo Dorgan

THE SECOND FORTUNE



Between what is and what is not
we walked, the Huntress loosed a shot.

Before and after, we were there -
the arrow pierced but singing air.

That, my love, was quite an art,
to be together and apart

yet we, transparent, without fear -
what were we but singing air?

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Theo Dorgan

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Cork / Ireland
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