David Hamilton

In a photograph I kept long afterour divorce, she is seated, gesturingto the boyfriend before me, in Italy.Torcello, I imagine.  He has been cutout.  She wears a soft, light, sleeveless dressthat became my favorite.  I liked its touch,how it touched her.  She gestures from her wrist,her forearms upright on the table.  Her quickbrown eyes ignore the camera and hintof something worthy of her smile.  I kept itin a leather box on my dresser and tookit up again every so often.  EventuallyI knew enough to give it to our son.

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David Hamilton writes from Iowa City. Recent poems have appeared in Measure, december, Woven Tales Press, Negative Capability, and once before in The American Journal of Poetry. He is grateful for each and every attentive editor.

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