One March Night

Twas the worst of times. I imagined my soulmate dead because we were incommunicado for 3 weeks. Life is very long!


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One March Night
A waxing gibbous glittered through the pine tree
Your husband had planted,
And I was then too green to know misery.
You went to another room
And returned in your white nightgown,
Lit the incense, smiled and sat,
And kissed me for the first time.
I was young enough to think passion could save,
And you, spirited from Delphi, did not dissuade.
The pine stood watch outside.
Your breast in my mouth a moonlit plum.
You are gone and the birds still fly.
I slouch through days, circling old shadows.
It’s sunny now, too sunny.
The sun still tans the living as if you never mattered.
A waxing gibbous glittered through the pine tree
Your husband had planted,
And I was then too green to know misery.