Never Louise by Johanna MayNever to be substantial
or something housed,
to gather dust or framed.
Nothing evident ever
again.
For the pyre.
not doused, a ghost fire.
Always something about a walk
under vernal February snow.
Something once in a while.
that left,
a Cheshire smile—
you fell in love with—
you said—
Perhaps it was all just a myth
Maybe like this at liss at least
so it is
Always Johanna,
never Louise. 01/11/2013 Author's Note: Bob Dylan’s Visions of Johanna
Posted on 01/11/2013 Copyright © 2024 Johanna May
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