a tree
on the street to the bar
was yellow and lush and weeping

after the 11 o'clock news
a tree is a very lovely thing

when we met
it was either tears or love
but you are an artist
and we are all in love with artists

a cigarette,
rum from your purse
you made love to him

when you looked away
the wind in your eyes screamed
your past precedes you

i left the bar
because it was raining