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Red Shift

by David Adès

Addicted to the notion of love –
if not to its messy reality –

I had to watch you go
when you were through with me,

watch you leave at the speed of light,
your back to love’s swirling debris:

a blinding moon, a smattering
of stars from our galaxy,

your red shift,
the only things I could see.

Copyright © 2012 by David Adès

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