Two Hermits

Unsent Letter:

Our sandals, now safe and dry in the kitchen,
nestle together like lovers,
like good friends,
your left touching my right.

Secretly I wish to keep them like that (together) forever,
as some kind of material testament or poetic artifact proclaiming
“We were here.”

Once a man and a woman walked,
kissed beneath an archway,
and, for a brief moment, loved.

 

2 Responses to “Two Hermits”. . .

  1. a hermit of sorts says:

    Nice.

  2. A.M. says:

    Merci.

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