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“I have lately been thinking a lot about time and I am often thinking about love and this poem appeared before I fell asleep a few weeks ago. I have long admired Catullus’ use of the word ‘kisses’ and I was happy to find a place for it here.”
—Sally Van Doren

Thief

I remember the hour
you stole time from me

and here in these late pages
I try to collect back

the kisses in the parking lot
that erased my history

next to that green F-150
when you became my future.

Copyright © 2014 by Sally Van Doren. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on April 4, 2014. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.

Copyright © 2014 by Sally Van Doren. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on April 4, 2014. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.

Sally Van Doren

Sally Van Doren

Poet Sally Van Doren was the recipient of the 2007 Walt Whitman Award from the Academy of American Poets

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Here I am with all my flaws
seeking form and shelter.

I blanche at the notion
of violence, but it’s coming

after us, closing in like a
superstition I can’t shake.

If I acquiesce to your harsh
future you must promise me

one thing. Where we go we will
find our youth

poem
I chart the psyche,
observing how I 
force myself to speak
to you, imagining that
together we might
transform a life.  

Why this need
to document change,
to reverse a mood, 
to carry forward the time
when magnolias bloom?

Let’s follow the itinerant we
up and over the jonquil's back,
treading on its spilled
poem

Her regime expires when
the moon meets the sun
on the horizon we can’t see
because the sycamore trees

next door block our view.
Our world droops in anticipation.
We would like to exchange
the unkind for the kind but

we can’t find the strength
to oust the inevitable.