If a Babylonian astronomical diary in cuneiform on a clay tablet records the observation of Halley's Comet on 22-28 September of 164 BCE, then
why not say cluster of leaves still clinging
to the tip of one branch (the others bare
that bloomed crimson last week) slowly turning
red to brown , rather than name the lover
who is not here? Why not bored boy sitting
on his front steps, sun going down over
the duplex across the street, white siding
letting direct sun send it shades whiter?
Why not savor this porch, call this warm day
girl measuring her front yard, heel to toe,
obsolete antenna on a chimney,
dry leaves in drifts beneath a parked Volvo,
trees trimmed at the top? Why not love the way
even her absence shines, and rustles so?
to the tip of one branch (the others bare
that bloomed crimson last week) slowly turning
red to brown , rather than name the lover
who is not here? Why not bored boy sitting
on his front steps, sun going down over
the duplex across the street, white siding
letting direct sun send it shades whiter?
Why not savor this porch, call this warm day
girl measuring her front yard, heel to toe,
obsolete antenna on a chimney,
dry leaves in drifts beneath a parked Volvo,
trees trimmed at the top? Why not love the way
even her absence shines, and rustles so?
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