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an Untitled Poem

A new, as yet untitled poem, from our resident NYC poet, Debra Ifill

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by Debra Ifill, for outsideleft.com
originally published: May, 2007
a new poem by Debra Ifill

Untitled



You are not for me.

I thought you were

When I met you in Winter.

But, now in Sping

I know you more,

And it is better

We are not together.

Perhaps when, once again,

The leaves begin to

Brown, gold and red,

And the sun isn't so hot,

You'll sweat less around me and

I'll notice that your eyes reflect the sky.

You'll lend me your jacket

Because I am not prepared for the cold.

You'll remember to wear the cologne I bought you last year.

I'll remember that I love you in blue,

And why the thing we call "chemistry" still is a sphynx.

You close to me,

Your heat,

Your light,

And the power of Pi will remind me,

This is who you are.

(image, green woman by Tyler McCoy)

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