April 20, 2004 National Poetry Month Daily Selection from The Pittsburgh Quarterly

Judith Robinson

Sometimes

I allow myself

the time warp

where we still

lie on a beach

in the sweet Cape wind

and love each other.

Stunned, besotted,

we kiss again.

It isn't the now

of grit and silence.

It is the then.

Copyright (c) 2004 by Judith Robinson

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