Parting: 1940
Not knowing in what season this again
Not knowing when again the arms outyearning
Nor the flung smile in eyes not knowing when
Not sure beyond all doubt of full return
Not sure of time now nor the film’ s reversal
This all done opposite, the waif regathered
Like our lost parents in the blinded song
We bag in hand with wandering steps and slow
Through suburbs take our solitary way