Candice directed: 'Post'em if you've got'em....'
Once again the sky comes to
earth, firing the iron
knocker on our door. Draw
back before you knock, knowing
I will answer with a half-smile, rememering
last night: your bent neck in the bedroom
presaging our boy, who will point
out my faults, and finally
answer a different door after my knock
twenty years on, with you gone
before me into the dark
laughter of the dirt. 'Show yourself' I will
say, still tasting your pillow talk.
'Come in to play', you will
respond, offering your body as the sky offers
its blue to the puddle under the poplars.
David Howard
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