Thursday, August 28, 2008

Knowing slipping into something else

Knowing slipping into something else

(Lawrence Helm)

She turned back and the wind

Caught her scarf and whipped

It about her shoulders

And the solemnity of her eyes

Seeing me leaving her,

As she looked that one last time,

The end of all things said.

And although I thought I knew

(The incipient burgeoning speaks

As though it knows) it is never

Reasonable to suppose one is able

To propose the thing later bound

And sealed and flung upon the stairs

Which when opened reveals

What one never really knew –

Her lovely eyes closed

As she turned and stood,

Giving me one last chance

To rush to her side and turn

Her with my hands and voice

Into the beauty I knew was slipping away.

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