The Street
“For to tempt and to be tempted are things very nearly allied – whenever feeling has anything to do in the matter, no sooner is it excited than we have already gone vastly farther than we are aware of.”
– Catherine II
Your name.
Came from the first Shakespeare play I ever read.
Almost new in the world,
those days I committed Portia’s speech to
memory.
My life
is a fiction. A waiting or a wanting for
disruption and recovery, gathering and dropping and breaking
histories and remembrances of others at my
feet.
The street.
is a secret. A quiet whisper of words I speak.
Where I run to and from any of its closeness,
watched by tall trees against an empty spring
sky.
(c) J. Popowich
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