Poetry / November 2011 (Issue 15)
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by Bernard Henrie
I recall the steam from your arriving locomotive settling on the stone lions of the British Museum.
Your first look at a new husband: blotting his face with cold rags, a book bag cutting the shoulders of a stained-through shirt, the Calcutta Times blown against his leg.
Perhaps you mistook me for a student. Only the rain could make you look more disappointed.
Seven years later, I imagine the bitter poem unsheathed by your heart to trains and crows stealing past our home.
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