Before Rain

THE TRANSFER

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I awake to a requiem for the desolate

being chanted outside my window

before dawn in a snowfield,

a spectre twisted in the moonlight

then faded into the bushes

where mother and my girlfriend

were drinking tea and reminiscing.

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They smiled wistfully into the middle

distance as the morning sun spread,

a faint carpet under their feet.

He must have gone to school through the woods?

How did you know? My mother beamed.

You always know, she said, you always know.

My mother got up and walked away