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TREVOR REEVES has published poems and prose around the world during the past thirty years. He edits Southern Ocean Review and previously edited the arts magazine Cave. He lives in Dunedin, New Zealand. BYGONE LOVER Like an old car, its motor sobbing. An aged sensitive. The modern quantum dipped yet again to another out: No room for a requiem, your eyes narrow in unsurmounted sorrow. What are you: guessing game, crushed rabbit on the road, rusted carapace, growing the dream. I do not know whether you were divine or devastation, entity or exit, but if I knew what you really were, you would be all the eyes, in my mirrors. |