Poem: The Red Pain of Distance by Red Haircrow

Raven Kachina by Susan Seddon-Boulet

Raven Kachina by Susan Seddon-Boulet

The Red Pain of Distance

The quiver in your voice touches me
and how I imagine your hands moving
over the items of your desk,
picking up little things and setting them aside
without really seeing what they are.

And I hear your smile
and the hairs of your beard curve
as you lick your lips and laugh lightly,
a fluttering that makes me stop in wonder
waiting for it again.

We pause, we breathe, we pause again until
your little groan of agony binds me to
the disappointment I feel
when our conversation ends,
as called away, you must go.

–Red Haircrow
26 September 2011

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