from an afternoon alone

The chive flowers I cut for Tim

And set on top of one of the speakers he made



Why do you stay away?
Of course I asked you
To leave, but it was hours ago.

Now evening comes on
And the food I made
This afternoon, so earnestly

Has gone cold. Outdoors
The sun sets, the wind blows
And exaggerates loneliness

Just as singing birds
And sherbet mornings
Do after you've gone.

These days it's not always
The woman who is left -
Tomorrow I'll leave you -

But how will I go in good conscience,
Preparing just this
Over again for you?