Two Poems, Call Them What You Will



Remembering Miranda

at that New Year's Eve party

in the South End, 12/31/90

or maybe '91:


How happy she was!

How gregarious and playful!

And lovely down to her toes.


The irretrievable past,

how it haunts and seduces

with the promise of a do-over,

a second chance at felicity.






There's a rumour of spring

in the drip, drip, drip

of melting rooftop snow.


There's a hint of April

in the earth-reek of March.


There's a suggestion

of apple-blossoms

in sunset at 6.45.


There's a forecast

of undergraduate women

in open-toed shoes

and loud music from cars

with rolled-down windows

and the sweet surprise

of forsythia's yellow

in the way that Massachusetts birds

are chattering to each other.


There's an innuendo of Easter

in the Friday fasts of Lent.


There's a clue,

there are trace amounts.

Evidence is gathering.

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-03-15 at 08:48

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I like the "there's a" litany. I like it all actually. It runs like a novel.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
There is joyousness here. Anticipation and joy, what a marvellous sustaining combination. Great writing! Love it!