bowl
of grapefruit,
freshly picked from
backyard tree, atop
the table,
thick-
skinned,
naturally protected,
as we are
not at all,
these recent
mornings
place
impeccably clean,
and quiet professionals
move in and
out again,
of
vast
room three
defined by her,
the small flicker
who is
left,
pale,
smiling faintly
around sharp humor
we sift her
signals to
locate,
(hurts
to talk
she'd rather listen)
midway through story
someone else
arrives,
this
shifts the
hint of tension,
what to say:
we love
her
quietly
this near
skeleton intelligent heart
the same one
shining across
stage
after
stage, dignified,
magnetic grace shimmering
through rooms, hearts
desiring permanence,
addictive
prospect
certain of
us demand to
make true, regardless
of the
evidence
yearning
for contrary
point-blank facts,
in the car
driving home,
opacity
or
its near
match evolving nothingness,
indebted to those
who offer
kindness
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