Eye to Eye
Peter
Siedlecki
She sat across
from me,
speaking
of how she wanted to be touched
by something other than clouds.
I wanted
to touch her
with the one truth I know
--that one should spend one's life
learning how to love
being alive.
But her disillusionments
came fluttering out of her
like pigeons against a dark sky
and landing on me:
a crumbling
monument to roses
with eyes full of yesterdays
that suddenly looked up
and took in
all of that incredible
youth and beauty
sitting across
from me,
speaking
to me
And I knew
once again
that my truth was true
The 2River
View, 2_4 (Summer 1998)
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