Days and Distance

By | 1 May 2015

So many years ago.
Cruel to dislodge them
like moss in a rockery.
From the plane a vasty view.
First, stretched dawn
like a pink elaboration.
Then, on descent,
sinking and buffeted
(you leaning over me, whispering, closer),
something called the Parthenon –
tiny in our window,
mighty as the ramifications between us.

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