Letting Go

I dreamt I saw you.
Perhaps I did see you
in the distance of my 
imagination.
And I caught the moment
stilled in shock
and 
held on to it.
I held it 
and
the past held
for another moment,
our past,
and then I freed it
to fly 
away
like a bird,
as if you

were a bird.


First published in Literature Today, Feb 2017


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