DAILY Your life, left out in the rain, rises from green folds, Dropping memories, sodden shirts, and ties Across the garden, Planting them selves the moment they are forgotten. Returning as quiet secrets. Did I wait for you thus Once in WW II? I called you in from the rain that night Bombs fell, and stars fell. In the morning I found a shoe, thrown off Lying beside the red Poppies. You stand here, by the bird feeder Arms open to the rain, and darting Gold Finch. A shadow memory held in the smile As you turn toward me. You, beside a blue-tiled pool, Rain sluicing off bare shoulders, arms lifted, Setting free your Falcon. I was there as I am here, Living in the penumbra of my mysteries, Photographs in pentimiento visions Grafted to time, and love, and longing.
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