Beautiful as Ever

In another poem I call ed memory “that other light by which we see the world.” This is never more the case than when we look upon those we love.

Photo (detail): Leonardo Ciamberlini, Creative Commons, some rights reserved

Beautiful as Ever

Along the river, I remember your long hair falling
around me, eyes wide open as you bent down.

Heart-pounding kisses. How the moon
paved a white road across still black water.

After fifty years, that moment floods thisĀ 
moment, and we are beautiful as ever.

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