Wind in the Keyhole
Apr 26, 2019

Tiger-like

I haven't seen you lately
On days like this I reminisce
We used to be a garden where
The sun burned through the river mist

I do not utter words so raw
Or unsophisticated that
The garden paths we once trod
Could ever be winter clad

Nor can I conjure with my hands
The times we found all around
Without even trying, you and I
Like echo I return to sound

I wait there, a jungle cat,
A predator of words devoured
By the cadence of your speech
Heard above the murmuring crowd

I haven't seen you lately
But from the corner of my eye
I sense your presence there
In mottled shadows, tiger-like

About This Poem

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About the Author

Country/Region: USA

Favorite Poets: e. e. cummings

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Comments

S

I like the idea of that person who so affects our lives that their presence seems to follow us even when they're far away.....stan