at the apex of an afternoon
where the tremulous soul reaches out
to the threadbare strands of life
this one--the one you are not leading.
You went this way; you choose wisely, feeklessly
maybe it is security over ambition
sensibility over risk
as a mute witness to a bed of undeclared lovers
then, without warning
flickered dreamscapes of doppelgangers and their have lives come
to you
in the seering, unforgiving heat of afternoon.
Shivering with regret and incomprehension
this Bulevardul of unseeen agonies and missed opportunities
--some days Helsinki, somedays Timisoara--
others in some other lustrous city; music and inebriation
has us smiling so contently, the idea of you fully formed.
I am weeping, smiling and writing poetry again.....
& this doppelganger returns teasing me with pleasure futures.
27 January 2007
