Standing Up – Hiram Larew
Even though we’ll never make love
We made love –
Think of branches scratching the roof
Imagine wooden wheels
I can already imagine you as if you’ve left
By just standing back in this circle.
Why would fate have put me here
Upside down and spinning around most of you?
What will you make me do before I do?
I should be the not-coming-back
Where you’re headed.
Hiram Larew‘s work has appeared most recently in Honest Ulsterman, vox poetica, Every Day Poems, Seminary Ridge Review, Amsterdam Quarterly, Poets and Artists, Little Patuxtent Review and Viator. He lives in Maryland, USA.