Fog welcomes morning by misting spittykisses –
Shitty feelings: Goodbye, hello, goodbye again. Again,
My morning brew holds bitterness like asponge.
What remains after the wedding-cake butthis?
A sacrament of marriage wrapped tightly
And set aside. Their contract, frozen in cellophane.
Two people move slowly under my magnifyingglass
At the speed of thawing ants, dumber thanbags of grain.
Cutting across fields with the sharpness ofa scythe,
They make home, mate for reproduction, andchange
The landscape. I take notes because they must love eachother:
Loversfold themselves down a dotted line. Overhead,
Rain begins to fall. Thick nimbus clouds appear in flocks of char.
The couple hides under a big-bellied whitecrane. Now,
With nobody and nothing to watch, I walkalone
By cornfield-yellow houses glowing paleacross the lane,
And a fogged vision takes me by the heartto a flat place
Whereone long slim balloon of lowlight holds me like a stain.