Glass with Memory
When I remember you
glass comes to mind,
but nothing so transparent
as an unclothed thought
or warmth trickling in
through the pipes or
under the haze of
the second night’s sheet,
no two alike except
in appearance, but under
the lamp’s unconscious glare
I find warmth spreading
across the hard surface,
telling me all is
not lost, that smoothness
persists beyond our reflection.
“Glass with Memory” made its first appearance on the blog in February 2017, and was published in September in the anthology Texas’s Best Emerging Poets.
O at the Edges 
Beautiful x
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Thanks very much.
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Lovely, Robert. Just lovely.
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Thanks, Leonard. Much appreciated.
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More the words of an established than an emerging poet!
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Thanks, Sudhanshu. I think they defined “emerging” as one who has yet to publish a full-length book. But in general, I’m probably a tad too worn and grizzled to be considered emerging. 😄
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Nice, Bob, and congrats on your emergence.
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Somehow I don’t feel renewed. Perhaps I stayed in the cocoon too long. 🙂🦋
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lol
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