Untitled from the 80s

Another untitled poem from the 80s…

wood and water
the wave of
fragrance so perfect

we seek to
obtain it as
if we could

be windows open
to a light
the gentlest cloud

would obscure still
spreading like one’s
final exhalation which

travels only to
disperse and become
at last another’s

30 thoughts on “Untitled from the 80s

  1. Thank you for this – synchronicity – catching up on posts this morning after yesterday visiting the grave of a recently prematurely lost friend (up in Iowa, his childhood home) Great comfort in the last lines here … perhaps inhaling one of his last exhales.

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