Next to an ad for $9.95 wedding bands
$1 knit gowns
and stories of rehashed journalism:
(Battery plant workers on strike
Eskimo troops to guard Alaska
Speedy trials await North Koreans who murdered Yanks
--if captured --)
the headline is small
unassuming
impersonal
Wife of College Professor Drowns.
"Mrs. Harriet Steele, 40, wife of a Wilmington College professor, drowned yesterday while swimming in Lake Cowan, five miles south of Wilmington..."
Just another mid-summer day,
when a late afternoon swim
turned dark
and Harriet swam out too far, exhausted,
went under
and didn't come back up.
38 years later, her husband followed,
less tragic, more pedestrian,
more alone.
Nothing is said
of years spent apart,
expressions of love in cursive French
promises of things to come
in letter upon letter
of jealousy
and hope
of a home,
where the yellowing pages of 20-something love
would sit in the back of a closet,
eventually sold somewhere in Chicago
mislabeled, cast aside,
with a wedding dress
and a lifetime of waiting
broken by 15 precious years
that must have gone
too fast
like
Harriet.

Comments
niki72 | March 30, 2008 - 11:23
I liked this and found it really poignant. And I usually have to work to get into poetry!
Yutka | April 11, 2008 - 15:03
churns the emotions, doesn't it? I think many will identify with the feelings of if....
a poem to be remembered..