Jacob's Nose
We have left but
are not there yet. It took
longer to arrive than to return.
I'm afraid of feeling empty
so I look at that photo of you, wallet-sized though you are right next to me,
in the flesh, chattering away.
You haven't boarded yet. How does
beginning go how does remembering
without forgetting go?
The hand of the moon
shone. Rivets on wings
were mocking me.
Travelers with different
destinations find their gates.
You said your nose is good at
keeping out the bad smells
and letting in the good ones.
July 2016
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