Winter 2011 • Vol. XXXIII No. 1 Poetry |

Lament

While I was gone, I lost my finches. The first lilies bloomed. The second and third. My town lost a lamp store and light in its windows. My camellias, how pale they seem. And the grass, how impatient, acting out With its spray of weeds. Hummingbirds, I am so sorry. I fell in love a little, while I was gone. I sugared a few doughnuts in her kitchen. I liked it best when we fumbled around In the pitch searching for each other. In the silences there was a great sea between us. All right, it was more like a pond. But an icy little pond. My finches, how they would dip and peck. How bright they were. The finches: how I miss them.

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