poem from another small press magazine

today here is a poem printed in Mushroom Dreams issue of Dec 1997 - another small 'zine, probably long out of existence. Please support small presses in anyway you can - buying copies, passing the name of the poets to friends, or sharing the URL to on-line material. i know you've heard it over and over on this blog, but it is important i believe. And again, a thank-you to all the visitors and i do appreciate your comments.



REMEMBRANCE

the concrete cares for nothing.
i would like to think it had stories to tell
or that it had dreams, but it doesn't.
i remembers nothing of you standing before the sea,
watching the waves roll over
& gulls in an ignorant swirling bliss.
you with your long hair tangled in the wind,
salt on your lips.
those lips that were always more expressive
than your eyes.

& the rain remembers nothing of your hands,
but my bones remember,
even as they simply whisper,
even if they are unheard.