The last time I saw RichardIsn't a Joni Mitchell song
It was when he put on his
Yellow scarf
And looked at me
As if I were death,
Like I'd done something
Horrible to him,
Which I had, in a way
But no one deserves that glare
Fierce and scornful
Like a Kabuki mask
Permanent
But the memory of his flesh is still there at night
I think of him with nostalgia
Longing
As if everything we ever had
Was theater.
© Poem Fix http://www.poemfix.com 2012
Japanese woodblock print by Torii Kiyotada VII
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