R  E  V  I  V  A  L


It arises like some need

Out of the innermost,

Her story retold, the sum

Of my deepest reflex

Going back to old letters,

Faded loops and forms

Put down then by a hand

At the behest of a mind

That has gone.


Going back to rub the core

Into an awakening

Of scattered memory, conjoin her

Late animate being with a photograph,

Making her speak the words

Of her letters,

Think her thoughts,

For a glimpse of what

I have forgotten.