And I, ready to speak, to explain because she might be interested, would say what sisters meant, what brothers meant, called in to mealtimes, appearing as boys again in March, that shook with Spain and all the fervor of the labels, because the food was good, the original and timely reds, the coral registers brought brothers again to twilit hobbying, and boys to channel ice, to schooled and public decibels, their bodies defined by speed, brightening air and brightening the skate blades under them. I speak because she might be interested. Imagine the children at their play, leaving the blood to deepen into useless camouflage. 2 Saturdays, Sundays like turned dice, ghostly bridges to old decades, children lost in the star lists and in the course of product cycles, so many odd and now disinterested appraisals. So much for rich solemnities, for conversations as the calendars required, for getting away with it, the politest smooch, as planned, inviting remedies, as the daylight ends more mercifully, or dignity permits, the next in love ordered up or ordered off the property.
Sunlight ranges through near-sleep, among the early morning crosses.
He counts on lasting then, counts on the faces coming out, the shoemaker's sons or ballplayers, given their roles in reading time, and in his own good reticence, weighing the sweet mileage, remembering the diva, drag, and all this smoke between, such looks as darkness concentrates, more saved, he thinks, more paid, he thinks, than longing realized, ransomed here, where fit men dressed themselves, where afternoons drain off as weather or health assumes. The small bones crack, relax. He sees the cat outdoors, paying in her flesh, millennia-old decisions steeped in her turned gaze, looking after him, hunting for the night done, yielding to him the yards between some men and their withdrawals. 4 Choices from which there'd seemed no turning back haunt their common dark, reminders of a style, where men had once seemed cliff-divers or shaman, huntsmen shouldering poles, bearing their vivid prey, leaving a man tonight his snagged accomplishments, sparing a man the sentence he was not prepared to ask. The lucky or caught calls resonate.