Plastic • Andrew Jay Svedlow

She came to me in the evening,
As the clouds marked the moon,
I ran to catch its fading shine
And to smile that I was there still.

I don’t know the reason why,
Sated and clean I glide
To the farthest reach of time,
Still not knowing why you came.

Nothing was there
And I asked nothing in return
You came and left
Without a word.


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Professor of Art  at the University of Northern 
Colorado, Dr. Svedlow was Dean of the College 
of Visual and Performing Arts at Winthrop University 
and President of the New Hampshire Institute of 
Art in Manchester, NH. His poetry has appeared 
in numerous publications, most recently in the M
ore Issue of Paradigm Journal and Colorado Life 
Magazine.