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The last time I was here
to Paul Quaglia
The last time I was here
with you
laughter rang in the lantern glowing night
and celebrating children ran
and sang and chewed on treats

The last time I was here
with you
we sat by warm windows in tearooms
that echoed our political rage
watched by photographs of those long gone

The last time I was here
with you
your startled camera blinked in my direction
as I worked my way
through hats and rolled another cigarette

This last time I am here
with you
you tell me you are dying and bury your head
in wasted hands and stare at the cancerous core
of your world then check the mirrored ghost
in search of the past


  • first published in Second Light - Newsletter XIV, November, 2003
      and in Lines in the Sand Bradshaw Poets 2008
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    © Anne-Marie Glasheen 1995-2008