OLD LONG SINCE
Your hair shining comes to mind, and I can feel it
press my face. Your laughing spirit and I
danced in that hair, then greedy
and bold your hands graced me
when we were young. I could lift
into your palm like new grass
or morning glory opening to the sun.
Only warm light everywhere around you.
And now, hands long since apart hang off knees
like dancers bowing to tender rhythms –
far memories in perpetual flow. The squeeze
across invisible distance announces a pulse tonight.
Tonight. The particles of now and then touch,
and I run echoes of you through my soul.
-D.G. Dal Ponte
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