By Michael Dagen on March 18, 2017
Last night I spied you
out
of the corner of my eye.
The image unclear
your predecessor still blurs my vision.
I felt you
looking
at and through me.
What did you see?
What is left of me?
Our time
not yet
I could not look.
This taste so fine
a food
for my lonely patience.
My love ~ a Canyon.
Just enough space
2 hold
your glorious emanation.
Day Gun
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