Improv #poem

A poem by Tom Beckett from his blog, l’amour fou, April 6, 2013



Improv for Jean Vengua


The person I thought I knew wasn’t.

The shadows creeping across our lawn.

The sentence which seemed complete.

The haunted aspect of my/your/whose speech?

The pronoun which won’t go away.

The resultant tones.

The first time, what’s between, the last time.

The history of now.

The future of now.

The forgotten question.



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