I’d like to introduce you to the poetry of Joe Pfeffer, a new friend I made at a poetry reading at Hartford Coffee Company in Saint Louis, MO. I will be featuring more of Joe’s work in the days ahead while I continue on a break.
. . .
When it was
Over, she told him not to care
Because he’d seen it all before.
He’d heard her voice,
He’d seen her cry when she was sure
No one would look.
He said they all can
See the way you take that flute and
Make it into fire,
The way you hold the moon
In both your hands then
Let it float away as though
You never knew the terror in the
Seagull’s yawp of triumph.
Go now, she said, and do not
Think of me, but of your
Heart no longer empty,
And your soul no longer free.
~ Joseph Pfeffer (copyright 2011)
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