21 September 1966
Inglewood, California
The green-white glary walls
of rooms are empty
the naked sheets and pillows
neither soft nor warm...
without you
beaches are deserted
and streets a faceless maze.
Oh, why! ... in all the world
of all the places
must you be
where it is you are!
While I try endlessly, unconsciously
to forget... to remember.
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and again this one has this confident space in it, it breathes nicely because of all that white, something I have a very hard time doing for some reason. The poem is simple and elegant and honest. I'm particularly fond of "and streets a faceless maze."
Peace
Toby
"the naked sheets and pillows
neither soft nor warm...
without you"
Loved that play on words.