“Love” Poems For Kathy Number Thirty-Three

NOW AT EVENING

And now at evening,

now when the thrushes sing over the roses,

now when June has ended and July begins,

while you are in the room above me

and the half-heat thins,

in the flickering sunset

you are all movement here:

tier upon tier of darkness

and a flutter of skirts.

I know that movement now: A slip

of petals, commotion there,

and a bevy of roses

brilliantly bare.

(from “”Love” Poems For Kathy / Green. Laced. Leaves”)