Waking
I weep in my sleep, thinking it’s because you’re gone
and never forgave me,
then wake, knowing that I weep
because I never forgave you,
while you forgave me all the time;
it was me
who missed my chance.
I wonder how I hurt you
with that non-forgiving dance,
but you forgave that too,
clasping my hand with your two
with each breath, stop-breath–
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For Kerry O’ Connor’s prompt on Real Toads, to write a “micro poem.” Her example a beautiful poem by Rumi, called It Doesn’t Matter. Drawing is mine; 2018, charcoal on paper; all rights reserved.
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