1972 Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri


"Reflections On a Month Gone By"

A month, which promised so much last month
Is past
For days melt into others and you can't make out
What was so special about yesterday

I met her a long time ago
And I think about her often
Though I've forgotten her name

Faceless throngs of men reciting
"There goes a cool chick"
But you try to make it and you can't yet

I thought she was a cool chick too.

Voices cannot comprehend the pain
Of rusted love in your heart
So they talk and I listen

Listening is lonely 

Last month is gone

1972

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