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Meeting Again, After Heine

The moon rose like a blooming flower. 
The tin in the hand clattered its charge. 
We walked by in the wavering hour, 
I looking away, you chattering hard. 

Met by luck, with like destinations, 
We startled again at what ended in pique. 
Strollers out, seeing us, had no notion; 
A car alarm cycled its querulous shriek; 

Eighth Street sank in the crack of its nightfall; 
You pressed your satisfactions on me. 
You in your urgency remarked after all
Kindling your passion was enmity; 

Passion had finally erased your calm, 
Made composure a prop of the past. 
I mugged that street noise, din, bedlam, 
Prevented my hearing your story at last. 

As I walked home the strollers were thinning, 
The moon bobbed above roofs like a ball, 
The shade at the bus stop waved to me, beckoning, 
And I nodded fast in the fast nightfall. 

Credit


From Smokes. Copyright © 1998 by Susan Wheeler. Reprinted with permission of Four Way Books. All rights reserved.

Author


Susan Wheeler

Author Susan Wheeler has published several collections of poetry and a novel

Date Published: 1998-01-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/meeting-again-after-heine