#1513 - aubade

1513

5.52

21.ii.24

aubade

for the dream book

 

often there’ll be a disappearance

you’ll wait till you can’t remember

like just now on the bus

and everyone burst into song

a song I wouldn’t know

 

we were all Chinese

 

I was looking for you

I was going to teach

 

this was the deportation

we’re used to it by this time

 

someone dropped the documents

that was a mad scramble

 

all the words are lost

 

something comes back though

 

I’m carrying the still wet canvas

 

now and then I’d work on it

even as it drips

 

dark at the bus stop

so another country

winter still

still early

 

come from the crowded dining

 

friendly, among strangers

and though they will help

 

it was a longing

where you were

 

so searching

but no words

 

wrong pants or none

 

no wallet

no pass

 

led a chorus

as far as

I forgot

 

later, who?

where were you?

 

and what a fool I’d been

the day just coming on

 

sometimes you’ll wake with this

 

and all of it is true