Companion poem for chapter 20 of the R.M. Dolin novel, "What Is to Be Done"
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Memories are an angel’s share
that can’t be touched,
they are real still the same.
As is quiet darkness
and all those things
that should have been.
Love is
a cradled burst of brilliance
followed by gravity
sending sadness to the cosmos.
Moments ago, I felt your breath
the very first time
all over again.
Even now my skin
holds traces of your touch.
A lifetime. . .an instant.
Aromas and regrets
escaping measures of
time and context.
From the R.M. Dolin novel, “What Is to Be Done.” Jake sets up in front of his barrel aging room to what the full rise over the Sangres. The aromas emanating from the barrel room take him back to better moments.
