Before the one who was a simple !
promise of mouth. After the one !
who left you in the pastures of !
high school. Not the one who left !
you on the phone. The one !
who swam in your river. The one !
at the altar, who disappears with !
your dream. There in the meadow, !
do you see him? Thrushes crowd !
you with song. Your heart spills !
into his hands, nettles flower !
your knees, trees confuse the light. !
A white dress processions behind you. !
The rest of us capture the spectacle !
that swallows light with all its hope. !
A storm you could not cure with calm, !
swells inside that insatiable flood.