November

Sunday alone, memory

descends. Listen to the record

of her song. Woman in a bath.

I relate to this past in soundless

pictures. Woman on a bike.

Movement now. Down-stairs.

Woman gone. Sunday alone, quiet

descends. Fall limbs wave winded

through after-rain night. Short breaths,

sounds now. A fire, book of songs.

Barred owl breaks dark, a call

from beyond. Quiet descends.

Chapter three, In Search of Flight.