Visions

Last night, alone, before the clock crowed, I saw her
three times, as I’d often seen her in dreams before:

once at recycling, recycling bottles and promises,
tossing the clatterous mass into the waiting container,

and twice at the Price Chopper: once in the lot,
parking in her favorite space, her face a smile

like the store was hers alone, owning everything
in it and around it, and loving everything about it;

and again in aisle five, buying toothpaste and
mascara, aspirin and a brush, a bunch of stuff

she said she’d never need in heaven.

And even now, today, a Tuesday or a Thursday

(I can’t remember which; I’ve lost the knack
for keeping track) I saw her again

at the coffeeshop in the bookstore, saw her
sitting across from me at our favorite table,

my disbelief suspended by desire for just another word,
for one more moment, hoping she could see me too.

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13 thoughts on “Visions

  1. “sitting across from me at our favorite table” That brought a smile.

    You may want to re-post this on the Linky, Ron. The one you left goes back to dVerse.

  2. I LOVE this….the stream-of-conscious thoughts of a man smitten with a young woman. These words “and again in aisle five, buying toothpaste and
    mascara, aspirin and a brush, a bunch of stuff” made it so real….mundane details but in the scheme of it all, indicative of the watching and wishing this person is doing! 🙂

  3. I love how you pack so much essential information into these lines, “she said she’d never need in heaven.
    And even now, today, a Tuesday or a Thursday
    (I can’t remember which; I’ve lost the knack
    for keeping track) I saw her again” So poignant and such a beautiful, mystical story.

  4. I see you were astral projecting again 🙂 There is something precious about your poem. Unrequited love? You are a ghost, watching someone you had a relationship with when you were alive? Like Victoria said, beautiful and mystical.

  5. Beautiful, wistful and enchanting! I especially like the phrase: ‘a bunch of stuff/
    she said she’d never need in heaven.’ Is that because she’s such an earthly creature? Or an angel fallen to earth? Thought-provoking!

  6. I have tears in my eyes, Ron. The clock crowing three times makes me think that someone was betrayed, backed up by the lines about ‘recycling bottles and promises’. I love the way you convey the sound of the bottle bank in ‘tossing the clatterous mass into the waiting container’. It also makes me think that someone died, with that ‘bunch of stuff she said she’d never need in heaven.’ It was the final lines that broke my heart.

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