by | Dec 2, 2013 | Poetry







Heard a song in French about being stood up
by an imaginary lover. I don’t speak French and
when saying French words often butcher them
perhaps on purpose, but the song gave
an image of standing in the rain in wait
for someone who’d never arrive, and was left
remembering my imaginary lovers.
Is it possible they are many, or only one
who’s a chameleon? I have been such a lucky one
having lived in a world where the ghosts are sweet,
even the ones I’ve missed dates with,
even when waiting in the rain, only
rarely stood up by an imaginary mate
who, actually, being lost in time was therefore late.


Photo By: Señor Codo

About The Author

Stuart Bartow

Stuart Bartow teaches writing and literature at State University of New York (SUNY) Adirondack in eastern New York State, where he also directs the college’s Writers Project. His previous two collections published by WordTech Editions are Reasons to Hate the Sky and Questions for the Sphinx, which won the Adirondack Center for Writing People’s Choice Best Book Award for 2011. He is also chair of the Battenkill Conservancy, a grassroots environmental group.