Away

Jeff Harris

a photo
is all i have of you

this photo
with your handwriting
telling me that you
are at a museum
in a state
far
away

it sits above my desk
where i can see it as i write
a glossy moment
a reassuring rectangle

if i concentrate long enough on this 3 x 5
i can see myself there
by your side:

we are at
the modern art exhibit
admiring andy
warhol’s brillo
box

you are captivated
three reverent feet back
from the glass     which holds
this postmodern profundity
arms folded still
eyes squinting thoughtfully
your head slightly tilted
to the right

two feet behind you
feet sore from standing
i feign keen interest of the display

and secretly steal glances
of you