December’s Poem of the Month comes from Michael Coady’s latest collection of poetry, prose and photographs, Given Light.
Last Tryst
After she’s showered
she stands before the glass
to make up her face,
adjusts her hair
and earrings,
applies a rose lipstick —
the kind that boasts
of perfect pout,
hydrating shine.
She puts on dark coat
and gloves, then opens
the front door
to face
the morning world,
the raw east wind,
the taxi waiting
by the gate
to take her in
to where she’ll walk
behind the wife,
the next of kin
holding in her heart
what was,
what might have been.
from Given Light (2017)
by Michael Coady
