I abjure the person I bordered on
Whose breaths I stashed in stenciled jewel boxes
The cargo of her gaze filled crystalline mazes
High-wire phone calls sculpted our winter
We left with abandon in a ship piloted by our Muses
but still shaped by Fate
I stepped down from that sky
while I was across the world
gathering only the caresses of hand shadows
silhouettes that vanished into the darkness
Some poems were never written
Others pronounced haltingly and abandoned mid-scene
Andy Oram
December 24, 2024