Oh My Ophelia
Had a dream last night;
Ophelia came back to visit.
Sitting talking to some other folks at our house,
I said nothing to her until she left,
when I said good bye.
I think it was not the socially proper thing to do.
But I'm only me, knowhutI'msayin'?
It's like I owe her something
but don't know what it is
or how to say it.
But she's like a comet
that whose closest pass is a thousand miles
every eighty eight years.
I just can't seem to be prepared
to reach that distance.
I just don't seem to realize
the gravity of the situation.
Or the calculus of the orbit.
So she's outward bound at the moment.
As am I.
Doug Palmer February 2010
1 comment:
It seems so less ridiculous the way you put it.
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