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Attempts/Unrealized .........................1718
We’re good at
pretending to know
what we’re doing
during the lean hours. He
carried tools and
fixed glasses, waiting
for a nerve to work
up. Even then, she
pretended to know
what was happening
and he waited for nothing.
I saw him later
at the door as her
cab pulled away and
never said anything and
never talked about it
after that, but I could tell. These
were the moments where we
meditated in the yard
and stood with our legs apart
and our hands up, pretending
to hold a vase or a child
as long as we
could.
Amish Trivedi
Posted over on Poems & Poetics
Saturday, February 26, 2011
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1 comment:
I really like that last part about holding up a child or a vase. A cake maybe. A basket of eggs. A perfect orchid. Fragile. Beautiful.
xoxo
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