A Renewal

Having used every subterfuge

To shake you, lies, fatigue, or even that of passion,

Now I see no way but a clean break.

I add that I am willing to bear the guilt.

You nod assent. Autumn turns windy, huge,

A clear vase of dry leaves vibrating on and on.

We sit, watching. When I next speak

Love buries itself in me, up to the hilt.