from A Dedication by Karin Boye

zdunno03's avatarLeonard Durso

I feel your steps in the hall
I feel in every nerve your hurried steps
that go unnoticed otherwise.
A wind of fire sweeps around me.
I feel your steps, your beloved steps,
and my heart aches.

Though you pace far down the hall
the air surges with your steps
and sings like the sea.
I listen, prisoned in gnawing restraint.
My hungry pulse beats to the rhythm of your rhythm,
to the tempo of your gait.

translated by Nadia Christensen

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from The Hug by Tess Gallagher

Clearly, a little permission is a dangerous thing.
But when you hug someone you want it
to be a masterpiece of connection, the way the button
on his coat will leave the imprint of
a planet on my cheek
when I walk away. When I try to find some place
to go back to.

new passport

it’s not the picture
of that old guy
with a smile
bordering on sadness
but the clean look feel
of something begging
to be used
which should methinks
change that smile
to one more accustomed
to hope
of finding that
which one seeks