Wandering the driveway, discovering between
napkins and pocked trays some casual Everest…
that regret is known to us, tattered with what
but spent tomorrows, some marrow of shadows.
Your coral penicillin forehead can’t be seen now.
But the length of noon is room enough for two.
Tremulous aftermaths rehearsed down checkout
aisles and looked to again, in ordinary equipage.
The rent sessions, the old algebra acquaintences,
where are they now? I can hear the laughter blunt
as tupperware on the counter. The coolant hums.
The oath is these fitted parts. Our penguin wiles.
JUNE 2009