Archive for April 15th, 2021

Thursday, 15 April 2021

Unfinished by Margaret Owen Ruckert

symphony concert, the mid-row
seat I approach by habit
from the sympathetic side

I’m conscious of a woman, seated
to my right, never looking my way,
but perfumed, like summer in a soap,
just enough to get me interested

I see her in profile, if I turn my head,
which I never do – we’ve not known
each other for four seasons now

we sit still, emotionless,
connecting through the music
a greeting would freeze us – and free us

From: http://www.foame.org/Issue12/poems/ruckert.html

Date: 2015

By: Margaret Owen Ruckert (1951- )