Origins, Volume 10, No.2

Herewith, the latest selection from dusted-off published poetry and short fiction, circa 1970s vintage and beyond....

Reflection

We fondle our past
with fingers
of fond memory
echoing regret
at swift passing.

You recall me
soft and round
waiting and eager
that element of danger
of quick discovery
and swift withdrawal
but always there
waiting

and you
see in me still
that other
the one who
lingers back there
dark-haired and nubile
and you smile

here
I am, Love
don't you see me?
This pale reflection
refracting the
purity of youth
is only time
wrinkling the present.

c. 1980 Rita Rosenfeld
published in Origins, June 1980