Pale as a Lily



Abraham Lincoln had one of those faces, like yours

That, once seen, cannot be forgotten
I was sitting in the dark
Between the two most significant women in my life
When a face came on the screen
Reminding me of yours

Pale as a lily
With large expressive eyes that could barely hold its tears
With square and trembling jaw
With a nose whose bridge was aching to be kissed
With cheeks unbearably soft
With breath, in clouds, impossibly sweet
She flickered like you in a light that
Tried, without hope, to capture a moment
That was gone
As soon as it began 

Published by mikepowernyc

Named one of New York's Best Emerging Poets 2019, my poetry chapbook The New Normal was published by Analog Submission Press. My novel The Zoo was published by Cacoethes Publishing House. Other poems and short stories have appeared in Subterranean Blue Poetry, The Journal of Microfiction, and Sick Lit Magazine, among others. Other works include a staged reading of my play Digging Up John Barrymore, performed by Dreamcatcher Entertainment, and five albums of original music recorded with my band Late Model Humans.

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