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"Patricia Gomes captures the world with a lyrical and wry sensibility. Her poems take you from laughter to tears with the turn of a page." - Editor Beverly Jackson
He had me
the second he leaned across the table,
peered over his wire rims
into my soul and said
in feigned seriousness, "I, too, worshiped at the Shrine
of David Bowie."
Ah, here's a man who understands,
can I afford
to lose myself once more
to blue eyes and summer skin,
stubbled cheeks that trap the heat,
and calloused hands that conceal
He had that look
I've come to recognize,
the one you get after forty: Hope.
I'm no stranger to that expression;
it stares back from the bathroom mirror,
cautions me against pain.
Should I try/Do I dare/Do I have the stamina
to walk that road again?
We pulled back
knowing that Hope,
with its heart-pounding potential,
is infinitely more satisfying
in with both feet.