The Offing, an Aubade

That dusk in the pantry corner
where the dull bag of bulgur lies.

The whiskey line where sky meets land.
The nickel cloud bearing storm.

On a forested mountain, the spur around boulder
and falling. The whump of the fall itself.

Frozen shoulder. Arthritic knuckle.
The cross of arms in anger.

The damp of the hole I dug as a child
on my sure way to China.

A pine marten in a thicket baring its teeth. The squirm
of a frog in an egret’s beak.

A dust slut under the bed where we just made love.
The sneeze. The one departing

watched through the slats of a blind.
A stubbed toe. A single sock left behind.


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