This poem is taken from Stand 226, 18(2) June - August 2020.

Kate Behrens Two Poems
Dreams of our Missing

Where are loved ones who never feature?

You are mostly hanging around
all but a life-long longing,

offer a weekend then disappear,
leave the glittering sea like a trick

where absence gets handed over to light
like that might help for more than a minute,

given it all.
As your own flicks

its trail of promise and wake of litter
into the day, then another dream.

What material is it you live in?
Not oxygen. Not even remembrance.

Animate, but essences … run amok with last words.

Half-Dreaming Your Bike Route Home
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