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Widening Aubade
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56 WideningAubade Andnowthefiligreeofyourwristasitcatchesthedawning movesbeyondtheroomintothealleyways. Themanpricingaquarterrindofamelonpauses,light ricochetingfromhiseyeintoaballcourtacrosstheway. Andinthearcoftheorb’sflight fromachild’shandintothehoop,theleatherrotates, representingtheeverandthenowbeyondallsunlitrooms, beyondthefadeandthedouble-clutchwhichweoftendowhenwaking toanewcentury,askingwhatweoncewerecalledinchildhoods, everandnow,forthesuddenlyandalwaysthatwewait wholelifetimesfor.Andweaskforthisdespitethewaycities tangledinlightslowlygroanintothemorningthewaywedo. Dareyourwristbecomevulnerablelikethestemsofsnowpeas snappedinthewindandthemorningswillhavesucceeded buttowhatpurpose?Liveoutyourcolorstowhatend? Thescentofahalvedmelonisasremarkableasthis.Sotoo, thethudofabasketballonthesidewalkreleasedandgathered andreleasedagain.Therearewholemoments riddlingtothingscomingtoirrelevance...thebody lighterinitsrepose,thehushofaballthroughabasket. 57 4 Somewhere,themoonreflectsoffthehornsofanox. Thehornsaretwoshellsinconversation,listeningyetneverhearing awordyou’vesaid.Butwhyshouldwespeculateaboutotherworlds havingnotoutlastedthisone?Theoxpullsatrundlethroughthedim townandthemensmokeandgossipabouttheirdebtsandtheirwomen. Thereisnothingspecialaboutthis,onlyitistheeveningofafuneral andtheoxpullsthecasketofawomanwhooncesangbeautifullyin church. Themenwatchthecartgoby,accompaniedbytheirwivesbrusquely fanningthemselvesandthechildrenattheirsides,andinaninstant, thedecrescendooftalkreviseswhatIoncetoldyouwasunremarkable. Goldearringsreflectlightfromthevigilandthewoman’sbody becomesatawnyreed.It’sasifshe’scapturedthechangeintone ortheringofthebellforSundayprayer. Theprocessionwillgoonuntiloureveninghere,acontinentaway. Ourbodieswillbewhitethingsinthesun.Wewillsayanything toeachother.Perhapskissandtouchandkissagain. Andperhapswewillforgetthefelonieswechargeoneanother inourwakingandourbreathing. [18.119.248.20] Project MUSE (2024-04-20 12:06 GMT) 58 4 Elsewhere,theoceanswellsandmenwhohadbeenfishing descendofftheirwoodencrosseswheretheyhadperched likelittlegods.Theyareblessedmen.Latertoday,theocean willdestroytheirhomesbuttheydonotknowthis,forlove. Thereisonlythemercyoffatmonkfishandthesleepofthevillages. Waste-deep,theywadebacktoshorecarryingtheirfoodinthecloth oftheirheaddressesnowsoiledwithscales.Fromthere,theylookback attheoceanandthankit.Itisasmallthing,givingthanksattheend ofalongday.Andhereweare.ItisSeptember andtheslightchangeinleafcolorgivesmegrief,whichisalsosmall. TheairiscolderandIhavenofishtobringtoyou.Praisedoesnotcome easilyfrommylips,andworse,Iseenothingasprovocativeasoceanswell fromhere,fixedasIamonthehorizon.Ionlymentionthis becauseifitweretoraintodayyouwouldchoosetostayinbed. Youwouldlistentomychestriseandthinkofthemigrationofgeese ortheeaseofmenwadingintheocean.Youwouldlayonyoursideand watch mysmallnessgrowsmallerasthehazysunlighterasedmyshoulderlightly withaglance. 59 4 ItisSeptemberandthecrystalshavebeguntoformonthewindows. Earlier,youbroughttheheavyblanketsoutfromthecloset andpackagedyourselfintoacrispbundlebetweenthem,sealingoff allthecrackscoldcouldreach.Wrappedasyouare,youareprepared tohatchifthesuncrossedyourface,theonlypartofyouexposed. Hereandnow,thelastofthesummerspidershavecrossedinto...