When Stars Answer

When Stars Answer

Do you remember the first time I said it?
Calling the heavens to reply for you, we
looked up as a white streak burst across
the night. Falling, laughing, lips, tongues.

And you whispered, Does it hurt, I can't
say the words yet? My mouth was on your
lovely ear -- No. And by the way, that was
not a star but a jagged chunk of flying rock.
 
And then you said it.

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Atonement

Atonement

No reins on forgiveness / reeling in or pushing
-- futile. Both. We found ourselves at Argonne
walking and waiting for it to happen, in a field.

How far from the road we were, and alone.
Rounding a copse of trees a factory loomed.
-- smoke. Silence. Nibbling herd of fallow deer.

Gripping my hand then / a finger to your lips
-- crouching. Both. Our lack of words that day
becoming a roar, an antlered head turned.
 
And as one over a fence they bounded, a fawn
stopping. Looked directly at me / kicked a post.
There, you said -- squeezing my hand. That's it.
 
Walk back to the car different. At one moment.

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