It Was the Blue Distance

By Lyn Lifshin

a reflection of everything
your eyes touched. No

that probably's a lie,
a phrase I wanted to be

what it wasn't. Like
with you. I took

crumbs I thought
I could roll into some

feast which of course
only threw back at me

how little there was
to make anything out of

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