(remembering a first marriage…)
.
Do you remember
silver man,
when we were two wings
flying one dream
beneath warm quilts?
But one night
I couldn’t breathe
and tore off the covers
when you couldn’t help
but throw
your pillow down.
We rolled
from the edges
of the bed
and let the feathers
settle
into the spread
of time.
Still now and then
floating to the floor.
.
(c) 1993, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
.
Mmmm, nice.
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This is a lovely poem, the word ephemeral comes to my mind, I think the last three lines brought that particular thought.
Christine
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