Aggregate of Disturbances

Valediction

Valediction for Claudia And if she can not turn back without turning To stone, to silence, to say Dearly Departed, I am leaving, turn of the mind, the heart’s Rearrangement With the past, still it must be hard To feel that it is not wrong to turn. Love sipped through the bent straw. Love set on a shelf where the light Hits it, unfaltering Sense that the little things Don’t just add up. Or Orpheus At the tunnel’s lip, sliding Into the brilliant loss Of uncertainty. Now seeing is what’s new. The cradle of shared memory Has cracked. He wants her back; She has her back To him. First To herself She’ll think What’s wrong is newly what I do discard  ...