Mark is a member of my poetry group.
Mark Shirey grapples with both unrequited love and cultural norms in this sensitive, introspective poem. Mark is a member of my poetry workshop group which has met every other Saturday morning for 3 1/2 years.
I bought her a graduation gift at the Art Museum store –
a long, gold necklace that would glow on her brown skin
and follow her neck in graceful twirling arcs.
I wished the nights in the computer lab would never end,
spent with my beautiful Indian dancing friend.
When she went to India on a semester break, I looked at the moon
and thought no two people had ever been farther apart.
When she and her lily-white beau took a break, she was mine for a week.
When they got back together, she’d return to my mind forever.
I put the wrapped box on the table with other gifts.
Among the guests, saris and…
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