Hour

By Reginald Gibbons b. 1947 Reginald Gibbons
Sleepless
in the cold dark,
I look
through the closed dim
door be-
fore me, which be-
comes an
abyss into
which my
memories have
fallen
past laughter or
horror,
passion or hard
work—my
memories of
our past
laughter, horror,
passion,
hard work. An ache
of be-
ing. An ache of
being,
over love. An
ache of
being over
love. Like
projections on
the screen
of the heavy
window
curtains, flashing
lights of
a slow-scraping
after-
midnight snowplow
for a
moment pulse in
this room.

Source: Poetry (December 2004).

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Poet Reginald Gibbons b. 1947

POET’S REGION U.S., Midwestern

Subjects Time & Brevity, Relationships, Living, Love, Break-ups & Vexed Love, Realistic & Complicated

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