February 2024
Ed Ahern
Salmonier@aol.com
Bio Note: I resumed writing after forty odd years in foreign intelligence and international sales. I've had over 450 stories and poems published so far, and ten books. I work the other side of writing at Bewildering Stories where I manage a posse of eight review editors, and as lead editor at Scribes Microfiction.

The Recognition

She was tangentially met,
her manner suggesting
a life carefully lived,
her body still lissome,
subsiding into thin,
her cautious expression
hinting of past hurt,
and in almost wordless
encounter I wondered
if in another lifeline
we might be lovers.

Slow Ride in a Fast Car

The days don’t blur, they smear.
The nights don’t ache, they twinge.
The senses don’t fail, they falter.
The loves don’t wane, they die.

The new is taken as necessary.
The old is abandoned as needed.
Time is slow in the day
and ephemeral in the year.

Unwanted change is insistent
and regrettably unidirectional,
but pleasure is still to be taken
in the uniqueness of moments.
©2024 Ed Ahern
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