THE OMEN
Someday we will meet
When our obsessions
Have lost their power to hurt.
Perhaps it will be at
Central Park West and you
Would’ve found the tender mercies
Of a girl friend to take into your
Confidence who will understand
The sliding fortune of your
Point of view. I will stand there
After introductions and remember
Your promises that ruled my world.
Later, in my apartment I will pen
A word or two as if meeting were an omen
And your apology which requires a different grit.
Arnal Kennedy
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