Aurora 2025 with cover

Ashley Zembrycki

We Were Walking – a villanelle

I dreamt we were walking down a boardwalk Footpath, you and me. Sky backlit black ink, Scarcely near enough, like hands of a clock. Just as I thought of you, while in New York You, elsewhere. We descend, too far apart, (I think). I dreamt we were walking down a boardwalk. Your charms wooed like daylight in Central Park Come nightfall, I hurry home. Alone, bleak Scarcely near enough, like hands of a clock. You read all this from my distance. We talk In silence. A residual thread-link. I dreamt we were walking down a boardwalk. In our avoidance, we will grow past spark, Well-wishes. Our paths cross again, I think Scarcely near enough, like hands of a clock. Blessed road not taken, I did not hark Past. See our paths as joined— and yet, distinct. I dreamt we were walking down a boardwalk Scarcely near enough, like hands of a clock.

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