GOING, GOING, a poem

In translucent boxers

I walk alongside

the naked laughing girl

she strides away

a growing distance

between us

I expect her

to stop to wait

to turn

to rejoin me

she doesn’t

In the distance

she pauses among

three young men

I hurry forward

but she is gone

never to return

(Nov. 26, 2016: Last night I dreamt I was walking with a naked girl; I was wearing translucent shorts. I was embarrassed by our mutual nakedness; it was her idea. She started walking ahead of me on this country road. I let the distance grow between us expecting her to stop to wait for me or to turn around to rejoin me. She didn’t. In the distance I saw her surrounded by three young men. I hurried forward. They were lost to sight, disappeared. I never found her. She was gone. I am working this into a poem: Going, Going)

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