Thursday, May 28, 1981 11:20 a.m. Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

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Can't Let It Be

I'm trying hard to understand
The coal-black embers have already been snuffed
The fire lived brightly for seconds
There was magic in the moment.

I looked in her eyes and if my
Passion wasn't playing tricks on me
          like it has so often done in the past
I swear I could see a little of me 
reflected.

But she said I analyze things too much
Just "let it be"

I can't let it be if I don't 
know what it is.
And I'll never know what it is
until I sense that ultimate reflection

And then we won't even need to care
Because it will "be".
   

1981

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