Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

The Second Dream

Ironically enough, searching for you
through the halls
of my high-school
on a fall-fog night.
My head recalling details I thought
I had left decades ago –
locker 137
still dented,
the corrugations of cold metal
outside the sound-proofing
of the band room.
In the commons area
when I found you,
I forgot
to fill you in.
you walked through
as invalid
as a ghost.
C.C. Russell‘s poetry has appeared in The New York Quarterly, Hazmat Review, and Rattle, among others. He currently lives in Wyoming with his wife, daughter, and two cats. In the past, he has lived in Ohio and New York. He holds a BA in English from the University of Wyoming and was the editor of their Owen Wister Review for part of his time there. He has held jobs in vocations ranging from hotel maintenance to retail management with stops along the way as pool cleaner and dive bar dj.

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