If Orpheus Were Honest with Her

Today I am afraid of ghosts, the things

I searched for in you, sang of you.

Shining hazard, roundabout,

piece of myself you’ve never seen: never

your somewhat puzzled self, combing out

your westering hair, shaking your head

at something you’ve just read.

(Days and nights I spent as

contradiction, tattered flag

which now goes by your name.)

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poem by Reginald Shepherd
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