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Crossing The Street
by Ken HarnischI may be dazed; it is understandable;
My breath was lost while I was alive
And running into you didnt help
The aftermath, or my recovery
I have stumbled through life
In something of a fog, having
Known you once and not forgetting
What it is of me I owe to you
Youre just a memory now, a photograph
Somewhere in the basement dust;
A song I hear them play on LITE-FM;
Some scratchless itch behind my neck
It was not ordained I see you; not by God
Or Fate; even coincidence cannot explain
Your showing up to dance on the
Floorboards of my sedentary life
Now, you rattle musty crossbeams;
Make me question all, and it is all
Too much. It is good I saw you first.
I crossed the street, though my heart said
Stop, go talk to her, she is still
Divinely beautiful. Well, that you are;
But I fear, my love, that I, myself, am not
There would be too many questions
That would have no answers; too many
Memories and regrets bought into; the easy ride
Down highways I had chosen over roads
I felt you in me; my heart exploded
Like a grenade; yet, I turned away.
To 90 proof regrets in some midtown bar
Wanting no light to shine on the shadows that are you.
04/26/2003 Posted on 04/26/2003
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 04/28/03 at 12:51 PM I told you this was good stuff :) I knew after you let me pre-read it that this poem was different yet similiar to your writings, and in being such, added something special to your collection. I think so, again. :) |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 04/28/03 at 11:33 PM I can not count the times I have read this.... Many lines brought tears to my eyes, funny how poetry can sometimes remind us of true life experiences. |
| Posted by John Ilotan on 04/30/03 at 11:51 PM Great poem, it touches me. I would have crossed the street too. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/07/03 at 01:11 PM Powerful mojo at work here Ken. That third stanza especially is priceless in its expression. |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 05/07/03 at 09:18 PM wow, {chills} i think we all play that avoidance of familiarity in the street game at some point; you imbue it with much richness, shadow, & history. that's true, we sometimes don't want to shine light on the shadows of yesterday... |
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