Adele C. Geraghty (A.K.A). A. C. Geraghty

Traces - Poem by Adele C. Geraghty (A.K.A). A. C. Geraghty


You towel dry,
all traces of guesswork gone;
fibres and filaments
washed down the drain.
Aromas of Seventh Avenue
and blonde highlights,
a trickle on the tiles,
a vapour on the glass
of the medicine chest.

All thought of indiscretion lost,
but one finite card,
falling from your wallet,
like a beacon.
I look,
I see,
and wipe it quickly away
with my broom,
as silently as I wipe
the steam on the glass.
A moment's denial,
before we embrace.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 20, 2003

Poem Edited: Monday, May 12, 2008

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