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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