"Removed at the Moment of Perfection"
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The earth has moved forward, in a sense, or does it merely turn
against itself? The trees have moved forward, putting forth
leaves, shade. But I have not moved forward though I was surely
moved. At the St. Regis Hotel, the butlers change fresh roses
that need no changing, butlers who are paid to notice the most
infinitesimal, the almost unseen, the earth turning towards
its own demise, too far off to be seen, myself all along hoping
for a longer winter to burrow in for just a few more months
instead of turning forty here in this world that you have left me
but the weather asks us to emerge, face the present conditions
we'd never have imagined, not to the dream of love returned
but of love withheld and its unsettling tensions as the earth
turns, no matter where we turn, the tension in the simultaneous
seasons moving across the face of the earth, in all the leaves
that will lose their shimmer, given time, while I wait inside
Timothy Liu's most recent books of poems are For Dust Thou Art and Of Thee I Sing. He lives in New York City.
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