(After Lorca) by Hank Kalet

(after Lorca)
Hank Kalet

for Annie

1.
Rose quivering
in October’s gusting
cool,
last petals
swaying
falling
scattered
like dust to wind

2.
to you
I am open as
a vein to air
to the breeze
to the season’s changing strength
open
as a mind at the moment
of revelation

3.
We two
are caught in the elements,
the mud-green algae,
the murky depths,
wading from the depths
to the river’s
farthest bed,
together