Watching hi-res photos
slowly “resolve”
on the monitor
is like remembering,
going back in time:

your face is blurry
then I remember
how your lips
touched my cheek
like breath;
still so soft,
but the focus
is sharp enough
to cut me now.

Wolves tear me
and I howl into the wind.

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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