[for Nancy, whom I loved October 30, 1978
through October 29, 1980]
"Why could the Peony not bloom out to play?"
---Ruth St. Geneva, "Nights In Willard, VA"
A whole year, and I still lacked words to say
even a short complaint about the way
she left me stranded, exiled from Geneva
(the whole affair seemed, now, bad comedy);
unable to declare in poetry
the line drawn straight from shock to agony;
unable that year, even, to retrieve a
whole and originative memory
that was not warped, dislocated. or bent
by this melodramatic incident.
Starward
[jlc]