And if somehow, my friend, I do not have to be there,
I will come anyway.
Words are as plenty as leaves
Ready to fail
At the breath of snow,
The end of a season
And if there is nothing else for us to talk about,
We will talk about everything else.
| Copyright © 2020 by Michael H. Brownstein Michael H. Brownstein’s volumes of poetry, A Slipknot Into Somewhere Else and How Do We Create Love?, were published by Cholla Needles Press in 2018 & 2019, respectively. |
How gently haunting, hinting, glinting, this poem is – its "I," its "you," its "we." Its "words," its "talk." Its "come anyway," its "everything else" besides its "nothing else." Michael, your mind has a unique calibration, circuits that don't exist or don't light up in other minds, but do seem to strike glimmers of recognition in some other minds – mine apparently, although I cannot describe or pinpoint them.
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