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AUTUMN SONATA (A LOVE POEM FOR STRANGERS)

Randall Watson


I am slip and sleeve-length,
                    an evening, undecided, corduroy,
               the edge of a river,
          fish net, white, dimpled water;
here is my soft, my red,
               my quick breath, morning’s
hi-lites, like a boy in his limber,
          swimming, a blue curious,
               one gray shoe on the wet dock.
This is tomorrow, fleece, and teal, and trimmed
               with January, large glassed and looking
                    vociferous, interested, suddenly,
taller than dust, somewhat weekend,
               penciled, summer, lovely, transient,
a woman in overtures,
                    that musical season.
All the startings, the forward, leaning,
          into closeness, conversation,
               the cuneiform salve
of the mouth, the runic, climactic, indecipherable,
               body and sap—our legs, loose color,
like strings, shuffled and touched,
               the redwood, spruce, vascular course of feeling
that delivers us,
          shortwaisted, wide, leafless, whatever,
to sparkle, familiar, quartet.

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