Not Like That – Poetry by Craig Dobson

Two Guides – Winslow Homer

you say, for the umpteenth time that day, 
then guide my hand across the world’s face 
in an old light of tarnish and spice. 

And though I know it’s just a dream, 
and only death waits me when I wake, 
I want to get it right, sensing  

that the ease you share with forces  
ordering things out there  
in this other life is more than anything  

I can know, alone in my antique  
sun’s scented glow, misperforming
whatever troubles me so  

until it brings you near, in the musk  
and Troy-bronze possibilities,
to show me once again how it’s done. 

About the Poet

For the first time in nearly five years, Vita Brevis is closed for submission. Read the full story here.

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