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Reentry

by Angela Cotterman

Entering brings me to blink hard today
With such force that my eyes smart, dry, give way
To the mad vision that this is not home
I’ve returned to, but to the place from where,
Long ago, as a dreamer would, I ran
To find the golden lands where curled dames
Caress the fragrances of the tuberose
Into their fine-veined temples, and below.
But soon, my eyes weary of blinking hard,
And they settle on this chair, that desk, where
I can no longer hold myself apart
From these rooms and their empty, half-blue light.
Yes, this is where I’ve always been, it’s true,
But for a day, a single night, with you.

05/12/2010

Posted on 05/12/2010
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