> holding space

2025 poetry harvest.  #1

> holding space

She’s invisible, but
holds to places
no longer around.

It’s less a matter
of reflection
than refraction.

But of course,
there’s that faint
shadow of magic

lingering from youth
and a mirage that
makes her seem

clearly unseen

-dp-

2-4-25 (8+)

I like what I think I’m saying here. I hope readers get it. Or get something from it, or know someone like this.) Oh, and any apparent haiku is merely a coincidence. This may have been posted twice, or maybe written over. I thought it was the first post in this series, but now I’m posting it again as the last post, though ideally it will show up first. Who knows? We’ll see, won’t we? Unless this post disappears too! Then we won’t see, or even know. Whatever…