“A THING OF IMPORTANCE” 8 Oct 01

I sat behind my desk. Outside the sky was bright.
Birds flew into clouds. Concrete buildings
faced me., A screen flickered. I thought of
you. Soft lips brushing against my

skin. Five years ago your hair wrapped
in me. Our bodies became one. I wondered
what became of you. I thought of the
imprint your tiny pale foot left upon my carpet.

A plane flew overhead. A box opened
upon a pale grey screen. I was thinking of
your smile in a photograph. And the little things
that seemed so big at the time and

then the plane hit the building outside my
window. I thought of my wife as I saw the
flowers explode. I knew then that what
I thought was important, wasn’t.

I thought of my true love, whom I last saw
sleeping.

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