Unbearable Losses

February 15, 1992|By Vivian S. Darnovsky

An arm is gone,

or is it leg,

or affect hollowed out

to leave a fragile shell

imperiled by the

merest brush with Life?

No, an arm is gone.

I cannot touch,

connect. The reflex thrust

to reach, truncated

and I am left bereft

of side to be beside.

This sunny day

that stings my eyes

I wake to find an arm is gone.

* * * I had a friend,

I loved him well

and strange to tell

he loved me,

though he knew me well.

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