Holiday 2014 - THE POTOMAC

Two Poems

   Ute Margaret Saine

Good Night

                    playing among the ruined languages
                                         W. H. Auden

was it for you
just a lonely moment
that we met
and by chance

that we
reassuring syllables
no language
in common

and now
that moment past
between us
you've taken
your self elsewhere
you don't hear
don't answer

air void and silence
slowly creeping
over my night
I miss you
cannot tell you

Good night



Inside me
you are safe

Inside me
all about you
is forever

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