poem I wrote in 2004. edit from a few months ago.
Love and Fantasy
Seizure-like forgiveness drags love and fantasy together
and as she forgets her nouns I recall the wordplay of hope.
Love and fantasy empty into the same ocean.
We swim at night into the middle,
leaving our glasses on the shore.
The night is a fantasy, a cataract of fear and hope.
Love and fantasy empty into the same ocean;
together we contemplate this buoyed present.
copyright R. Bettmann 9/2004
