Sendings
By Shirley Segev
© Shirley Segev
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Don't let me go on
Don't let me go on
With this nostalgic talk
About the lovely times
About the golden days
That with such warmth
portrays
The beauty and the ease
The airiness and the delight
The sunning meadows always
bright
The hugging velvet breeze
Please stop this yakking,
Lock and stock.
The callback beckoned
The callback beckoned me
to be polite
and extend my best wishes,
and what of that
if it's not quite
honest and sincere,
it felt, I admit, flat
at most,
it was
all I could do,
conscience — almost — clear.
The Moments that rolled into
The moments that rolled into
Years of love lived together
are finally surprised
by the moments before,
when time stood still,
how lust's desire
impatient and drunk
transformed into patient
sidestepping,
to the rhythm of
the raveling
and unraveling
bits of eternity
joined together
in their quick slow
loving embrace.