Susan Gangel


Four Matinées  
an excerpt from Particle Theory, a work in progress


One

All the balloons are packed away
And the heavy air keeps her thinking
A man once called her sweet names
Out among the blossoms
The water fountain working
By his side



Two

I held onto your hand
In last night’s sweaty dream
In which I flew
But told no one I could
& then I saw you at the corner
Ready for our walk



Three

That time we drove around the city
And found a perfect bench
The pond was quiet as if
No birds had been there yet
We sat for just a moment and then we left
You said you wanted something ?



Four

I saw your favorite raincoat
In the hallway by the door
It hadn’t rained for ages
So where had you gone that morning?
Spring was late, we said at dinner,
As we ate your delicious soup.

Susan Gangel is a San Francisco poet and painter whose series Particle Theory comments on war, love, nostalgia, and quantum existence. Her work can be seen online at Otoliths, PoetryBites, and by personal correspondence.

 
 

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