The Suitor

October 10, 2008

We lie back to back. Curtains
lift and fall,
like the chest of someone sleeping.
Wind move the leaves of the box elder;
they show their light undersides,
turning all at once like a school of fish.
Suddenly I understand that I am happy.
For months this feeling has been coming closer, stopping
for short visits, like a timid suitor.
– Jane Kenyon

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