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I never purposely sit down to write a poem--they come to me or not. Most of my poems--about a hundred--came to me back in the 70s; now I'm lucky for an annual visitation. A new poem is therefore a special event. This one showed up two days ago.






When I loved Marco
I wanted to experience all
the moments of my life again
with him, to know my life with him
with me—

Impossible when time travel
is only science fiction.

I still want to relive
my life with him with me
but the curtain between
his world and mine
flutters only in my dreams.