Love of the Loveless

Poem By Kate Fagan

Cento for Tom Lee

And finding nothing
you look back over your shoulder
happy lives, a lot of time
that one image. On bad days
you don't trust yourself.
It was -
It was as if -
But this is an old story,
the specific weight of an image.
Pretty much alone with
the eye unrecounted,
heart almost telescopic.
A glorious early summer's day
behind glass. At home with ever
greater frequency I hardly
I heard I lived I didn't
I become. Old photographs
seem to have this, people walking
around you never always
empty
something
image
day
shine

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