Featured Poems for 8/27/20
I DREAM
I dream
of the young man
I am becoming
pieces
of the middle-aged me
falling away.
I peek
into my son’s room
he sleeps
his head turned away
from the worlds he creates
on his computer.
I listen
to my daughter
through her door
yelling excitedly
at her friends
through her Play Station.
I watch
our cats
fighting tangled
among the sheets
on my un-made bed
then intertwined
licking each other’s fur.
I think
of my ex-wife
somewhere
she forever dances
alone on that dance floor
where I first saw her
until recognizing my friend
she came over to me
the life built in a smile
the promises
when we danced together
lost
somewhere along the way.
I am
we are
the choices we make
folded into each other.
THE MIRRORED BOX
I know why
I keep the family portrait
even though rationally
it’s just a memory
of what will never be again.
When I look at the four of us
smiling into the camera
it allows me to pretend
if just for a moment
I am complete and whole.
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