Site icon A Hundred Falling Veils

Someday I’ll Know What to Say

after the fight
the evening is simple—
the dishes being washed,
the unfolding of sheets,
the laying down

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what is not said:
well, I guess we are not
exactly sure what
that would be now,
are we

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on the shelves
stacks of bowls, plates,
the glasses in rows—
so normal they look,
it could be any night

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I don’t know
I don’t know I don’t
know I
don’t know I don’t—
geese in the pond

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what do the geese
have to do with anything?
if you have to ask,
you have perhaps not lately
watched the geese

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all along the path
pussy willows, white and white
and oh! so soft
I forget everything
save willows, willows

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