The Other Night

[68degrees]

You were talking
from across the room;
I was listening, I swear,
but observed instead,
your right wrist extended,
holding that lovely hand

You could have been
speaking about dinner or
the unopened rye bread
on the white linen

Only our time lacks
understanding of what
this all might mean

[WIREMAN]

this is a beautiful thought provoking poem....i enjoyed immensely...thanks!

[68degrees]

Thank you. My wife says I don't write enough nice poems. I try to please her when I can