jim ralston | low noon

20 08 2012

“Love, Chagall,” by Norbert Blei

POETRY DISPATCH No.380 | August 20, 2012


Low Noon

Long after our last slow day together,
say, a campfire, a walk in the woods,
getting lost and not caring;

a year since the last rain-soaked note
under my wiper blade in the parking lot,
how she’d thought about my offer;

months after we both knew it was over,
since we last kissed or had a talk
long enough to be nuanced,

there comes a second kind of silence.
Drizzly and cold, say, at twelve o’clock,
could be today, November tenth.

The phone doesn’t ring, the postman
doesn’t bring the unexpected letter.
I forget to check the box.

The trees have dropped their leaves.
The noon sun barely tops the trees.
I’m not thinking of her either.

[from THE SUN, Sept. 2012]




2 responses

20 08 2012

Lost love never fails to

tugs at the heart strings…and the painting adds to it’s poignant mood ..

21 08 2012

I love “love Chagall”

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