Carried Away

Will they appear

next year,

these same constellations

of faces

coupling buds in the

same places, or will things

drift, like the leaves from the

branches now?

The man comes to collect

the tables as the rain

collects in cups

fag butts

are stubbed out and the lorry

starts up

(I'd just thought I'd help myself

to your lips)

but nothing seems to come free

they are separate sensations

and fall away

by

themselves.