Tidy


I miss you too.
Something old is broken,
Nobody’s in hell.
Sometimes I kiss strangers,
Sometimes no one speaks.
Today in fact
It’s raining. I go out on the lawn.
It’s such a tiny garden,
Like a photo of a pool.
I am cold,
Are you?
Sometimes we go dancing,
Cars follow us back home.
Today the quiet
Slams down
Gently, like drizzled
Lightning,
Leafless trees.
It’s all so tidy,
A fire in the living room,
A rug from Greece,
Persian rugs and pillows,
And in the kitchen,
The light
Fogged with windows.


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Tidy