Fidelity

    Fidelity ended at midnight
    For Auden, not for me; yet
    Credit is not due;
    I chose one who like a fine
    Painting could be seen again
    And again with pleasure.
    Even now in miniature

    She is still the same,
    Or if different
    Not utterly hiding
    Her angelic past.
    She isn’t any
    Particular way
    And I marvel

    At what she is
    Even now in her
    Condition of mind the
    Symbols and metaphors
    Leap. My mind races
    Alongside her
    Astonishing smile.