She Reads Me Poems, A Photo Poem

She Reads Me Poems, A Photo Poem | Poem

she reads me poems I
wrote
and forgot
she never forgets
the way the light strikes the
face just right
or the resonance of the voice
or the flowers
yes the flowers
those gems which
when I put them into poems
turn out to be words
of course
words from the word barrel
scattered like rain on the desert floor
do you remember?
running as a child
do you remember?
yes
we
do
because we have written poetry we
remember
no
because we have lived we
remember
the taste of sweat earned
the taste of love
the scent of
passage

- David Jackson

She Reads Me Poems

photo of southwest sunset

Photo by Edy Lou Benjamin

to David / to Moongate