Saudade, Et Tu?
written by: Lynne Kemen
@KemenLynne
I miss getting together for Christmas.
Well, I miss getting together.
Perhaps next year.
But we both know
a bad case of Saudade,
of spilled milk, something souring.
Too many tongues bitten,
too many words that wound
too much pent-up, unwound.
We stand by the winter pond,
Look each other in the eye,
Then look away.
That dead fish look,
frozen in time.
Well, great to see you.
(you are dead to me).
Let it be.
Lynne Kemen
Lynne Kemen lives in the Great Western Catskills of Upstate New York. Her chapbook, More Than A Handful (Woodland Arts Editions) was published in October 2020. She has been published or has forthcoming poems in La Presa, Silver Birch Press, The Ravens Perch, Blue Mountain Review, Fresh Words Magazine, The Ekphrastic Review, Poetica Review. She is an Essay Editor at Blue Mountain Review in Atlanta Georgia, and she is on the Board of Bright Hill Press in Treadwell, NY.
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