Issue 130, Spring 1994
You were gravely pulling up his best necktie,
Smoothing down his collar for that calm journey.
He drew off the body. a limp, soiled garment,
With no assistance.
Once, and only fleetingly, did I see her
Bend at spring-side, shivering like a willow.
Then she vanished. Still I will drink that water,
Cool, welling always.