Happiness

 A man and a woman lie on a white bed.

It is morning.
 I think
Soon they will waken.

On the bedside table is a vase
of lilies; sunlight
pools in their throats.

I watch him turn to her
as though to speak her name
but silently, deep in her mouth--
At the window ledge,
once, twice,
a bird calls.

And then she stirs; her body
fills with his breath.


I open my eyes; you are watching me.

Almost over this room
the sun is gliding.

Look at your face, you say,
holding your own close to me
to make a mirror.

How calm you are.
 And the burning wheel
passes gently over us.

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