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Forward To Oblivion

by Jim Moore

You thought of things as near-term,
Not willing to contest the islands of clouds,
The limits of boundaries,
I will covet this
As I do the spread of wings and those quirky illusions,
The handful of marigolds held up to the sky--—
The rock wall in its ruin,

It's only now that I see it,
The novel stuffed full of clues,
The flawed key to a lock,
All of them references that at once became weightless
Like the tumble of time--—
The last crack of light that seemed necessary
For the moment ago that was you.


Posted on 11/20/2008
Copyright © 2021 Jim Moore

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 11/20/08 at 04:27 PM

Nice! Enjoyed the read! MFS

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