The Motion In Motive
a virtual chapbook of poetry and prose
AND A WORK IN GRAPHIC PROGRESS
Better than I could have dreamt
I have been subtracted like an abstract
angel from the mysterious thoughts
deep inside you.
And if I have misunderstood
my exodus, have come to believe
in my fortunate banishment only
to find that it is not true,
I won't weep.
I'll simply hope for another
time when you may see it my
way, will agree to let my face
slip from your memory into
an oblivion, an oblivion where
you and I have never met.
Yet it seems to me I am already
pallid grey in your eyes.
Soon I'll be a mystic powder
falling into dust on the floor.
Then someone will ask of me,
you'll turn and ask, "Who?"
And I will be on another
planet, that one there, right
over there, growing in my
Poem © 2004 Anne Foxbank, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
This poem was originally targeted for Ms. Foxbank's eventually-coming chapbook
Tandem Ramble; for which it may likely still appear.