Siena
Those golden days of sorrow-filled adoration
Along the canals and in the forests
Vastly lost on God’s estate,
Waiting for you in an ancient cafe
A half glass of aged Madeira
The old fear that you may no show
But then, around the bend
Into refracted cathedral light
You carried grief to me.
Your face, a too-often read story
Of how things wouldn’t be
And I half listened, studying your radiance
Cheviche and uneaten truffles watched
As I argued for us-- and you said no,
Then disappeared into cobblestone shadows
I learned gilded lessons of love and isolation
And left us in the past for thinner-rooted places,
Thin promises of new days.
Love and mourning twist in the traditional way,
Pulling me back to a café on the river
To see you again in Siena.
2007-08-04
01:07:11
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