Anniversary
it is time
seal his lips
beside him
the beveled glass
table
an empty paper cup, a
straw,
journals, letters,
a magazine that once
printed his poems
what once he knew
note the faded photo
discolored Kodachrome
then he was twenty
hair brown, eyes green
a maple leaf in spring
a wren taking first
flight
no longer bound
to pleasures
to pain
no birth without death
brilliant dawn to
solemn dusk
each breath an
anniversary
decades of faith,
fervor
grit and grace,
and fear
fear of solitude
fear of being known
fear no more
Tony Press lives near San Francisco and tries to pay attention. Sometimes
he succeeds. His poems and stories can be found in about fifty
journals, both online and in print, including The Lake, 34th Parallel, SFWP Journal, and JMWW.
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