Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Gone From the Boat, Far From the Ocean 2 (version 3)

Autumn ducked into the year quickly
on cold hard winds

A chill in the air
these winds out of nowhere
anticipated, yet unforeseen

just the way you left us

Silent, bristling stranger
your face impatient
cutting through broken silence
like broken glass through worn gray silk

A momentary admission:
impending cold,
this barrenness coming for us

And you recede
your body gone, abandoned
like a cracked eggshell

your death
your nearly invisible birth

this added element: absence
someone missing, something

A singular dark day subtracting itself
from a week

flowing with golden Indian summer,

Lone autumn day,
trees suddenly deciduous

Reduction to shadows,
of shadows and intangible nuances

The meaning of that look in your eye
as you crushed her hand in yours
no words given

The only sound
the machines all around you
reminding us:
new additions, new subtractions

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