rondeau



I have written my song
            on the wind
the wind blows and my
            song returns

only the song, the song
            the rest is shadows
lovers taking their leave
friends, their faces unfading
nothing left but the wrong
                the failure
                of places

a time out of joint
as if joinery made or
            unmade it
the fading song on the wind
            the wind, and the song
            that mislaid it