Unfinished

A flash of reddish hair can still
set me all a jangle in the street,
persuading me for the moment
that we should try to make it work.

But the occasions of love are few
and should not be strained or studied;
rather they should be taken gently
and treasured, not mourned for.

And if the writing down, the fet-
tering, can keep love’s edge in a-
beyance, why is that the words
still move on the page and jam me up?

We’ve been apart for a year now
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From The Occasions of Love
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