i don't even have to see you
to know that everything has changed

i don't want to see
the look in your eyes

that tells me
it's over

This is to say
I have not eaten
Williams' plums
in the icebox

Nor have I seen
the stiff curl
of the wildcarrot leaf

Wordsworth's waters
on a starry night

Forgive me
for I do lack
what it means
to truly
write