by Spiros Zafiris
she finally found
and dusted off
the photo album of us,
kept in a box in her laundry room
and on her dining room table
it awaited my perusal
all that love of long ago
now, alas, rekindled
prompted, and I let through,
the briefest, almost inaudible, wail
before smiling
with not-to-worry eyes,
and turning to my eagerness
to lose myself in every page of the early days,
of this remarkable dream come true
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ABOUT THE POET ~
..Friday, Oct. 28, 2011..>>i am a Montreal poet, 61..a, Capricorn (late December)..single..not looking--, a hermit..many of my poems are widely available online--(ezines and periodicals, and anthologies)..presently, my greatest loves (poetrywise) are tanka and kyoka, ..in earlier times (1979/81) i self-published 2 books of which I sold 5, 000 copies in approx. 3 years.., of poems, Very Personal/Midnight Magic..
Last updated September 04, 2015