His No-Longer-Clear Earthly Love

 

By waysides before

I was aware I gathered

my sister's knees rinsed

in milk as fresh

 

as her mother's

still warm

as the yellow slope mowings

but my word failed me

my word turned and left

 

my embarrassed skin trimmed with touch

touch returned

before I was aware

before I knuckled my black coat buttons

 

Charles Wuest