Carol Bergé, Wthe mild stranger's story

the mild stranger's story


Carol Bergé

     he brings me here, where

     they meet,       embrace

     drylipped,         these

     who have been     tender

     flesh of one flesh, over

     years, into     children:

     their divorce final from

     their rooms, dreams, the

     children, odd-eyed, here

     from grandmother's farm.

     the visit:       couples:

     her new man lives there,

     has grey hair.  as do i,

     watching,        outside

     the eyes of all of them:

     the children, the others.

From Grist On-Line #1, October, 1993 and the original Grist #3, 1964.
© copyright 1993, Carol Bergé