On Parting
In that print two kids in kimonos slip sake to a rooster, trying to
purchase a few more moments alone. Reverently, they stoop over a big orange
bird. Lovely drooping tail feathers. Without horn-blast, the dawn creeps in
fire and cream.
The same hour, he and I argue the entire way to the airport. Fat
flakes fall against the windshield. No one can accuse us of graceful morning
behavior. Once the weather clears my plane is in the air. Cottony clumps still
hang around the mountain ranges. The woman beside me cries softly.
Passengers do not look to each other for sympathy. I want his hand
cupped on the back of my neck. I imagine him saying I want you with bare
sincerity. That sureness is enough to make a woman quiver all over, to cause
her to crow.
I originally read this poem in Handsome.