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I can’t really say
“wish you were here,"
as it would be a lie.
Shoulder room attracts my bearing,
wideness is a magnet
pulling me. If you were here,
all secrets would be spoken.
Like the feeling
now.
You would ruin
quiet coffee-stirs
on these great balconic points,
blemish orange and green flashes
from high leaves
in their afternoon surrender,
sour the wine that waits
quietly
between my sips and slurs.
An exile in candor.
Please understand,
or not.
L. Ward Abel has written and recorded music for Abel & Rawls (now Abel, Rawls & Hayes), as Max Able (his former alter-ego) and with spoken-word pioneers Scapeweavel. His poems have been published or are forthcoming in numerous publications, including White Pelican Review, VLQ, erbacce, Versal Two, Ink Pot, Texas Poetry Journal, Poems Niederngasse, Southern Gothic, Dead Drunk Dublin, Poetry Super Highway, Tertulia, Juked, andGold Dust. His chapbook, Peach Box and Verge, has been published by Little Poem Press. His new book of poems, Jonesing for Byzantium, will be published soon at UK Authors Press (Bristol, UK). He lives in his native rural Georgia, cultivating his latifundia. For additional information, visit http://www.universecanoe.com
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