LIKE FALLING MADLY IN LUST WHEN JUST HEARING A DEATH SENTENCE

by Lyn Lifshin

it’s that way with
him. I think of
mothers starting
to fade as their
daughters blossom
where time is
churned and
telescoped and
someone in 2009
can fall in love
with a man born
in 1620. In
another life, I’d
be your muse
as you’ve been
mine but then,
without this
wild longing
for what
isn’t, what
can’t be, no
poems
would happen


*Lyn's website: http://www.lynlifshin.com/books.htm