Dawn Sueoka: In this vast hotel

Spring '11 TOC

Trees bicker
in the wind; one
sedan follows another. A year ago this
summer you loved me
for my plainness and the tang
of my vistas.
You never seemed to be waiting for me, but we met
at every turn in the path.
It is autumn now, and you hardly seem to remember me.
I am here,
under a branch in the garden of manners,
sucking on the toe of Ares.

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