They did what they desired,
pursued a dream until it evaporated,
to the arduous commerce of acquisition,
allowing sorted perspectives
and temperaments of trophy representations
to infiltrate an idyllic affection
that long ago dwindled
behind the guise of co-existence.
And now, they are here,
at a table of ruin,
years of routine impossible to amend.
Dinner is served,
the baked salmon drowns
in the clear glass lake of the plate,
the wine’s bouquet has wilted.
It has been decided,
the present has its promise,
it yields a blessing,
no expectation, no loss,
yet a place to go,
vague reasons to remain.
Creature comforts have
no hearts to break.
Michael Keshigian’s tenth poetry collection, Beyond was
released May, 2015 by Black Poppy. He has been widely published
in numerous national and international journals most recently
including Red River Review, Illya’s Honey, Blue Pepper, and has
appeared as feature writer in over a dozen publications with 6
Pushcart Prize and 2 Best Of The Net nominations. (michaelkeshigian.com)