Old Shirts...This Reads Like A Woman Wrote It Poem by John Tansey

Old Shirts...This Reads Like A Woman Wrote It



Old Shirts

I have not yet recovered from the potent
Memories of family outings.

They peal like the anniversary
Of a loved one’s departing.

On such occasions, it is the intimacy
Of other families.

That defines the negative space
of our separation.

Living in the old neighborhoods,
I am haunted by the old ghosts.

And now that your gone,
I shall wear your faults.

Like an old weather-beaten
shirt of yours;

Which warms me with everything I
Hated about you...


John Thomas Tansey 11/17/02

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