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Hour

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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