My Aging Illusion
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a quote from Montaigne: (1533-1592):
"Si on me presse dire pourquoi je l'amais, je sens que
cela ne se peut s'exprimer, qu'en repondant:
'Parce que c'etait lui; parce que c'etait moi."
(translation: "If I am pressed to say why I loved him,
I feel it can only be explained by replying: 'Because it
was he; because it was me.')
We are as contentious as cactus
with little hope of surviving drought;
the evening spreads out, rising on
its ominous great vulture wings.
At the whisper of your name,
your bassoon voice curls upward
and, leaping like a startled platypus
verging toward extinction, it disappears --
the last sad shout of our dying Spring.
We, my aging illusion, are trapped
within this antique crystal globe's cold glow,
where glorious blue spiritual snow swirled
oh so very very long ago.
Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2017
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