Gravel and Hawk: Poems

Poolside, Late Afternoon

68 Poolside, Late Afternoon And now the vanishing sense of what it was we had, like water drying on the deck, ascends, and shadows choose to lie back on the grass. This private world of hedge and tree, hibiscus and japonica, cannot keep us from wondering how everything will end. Our man-made waves continue to mingle as if the party might go on forever. But we know better. Night descends. You hand me a towel. We wrap ourselves together and wait for the moon to rise and argue this matter with the stars. So what if it has all been tried before and never worked. So what if we are only lost somewhere in the middle. The end of us is the end of everything, and always has been. ...