Early Winter, after Sappho

Some say the air of
early winter moving through
windows. For some, black ships

coming towards the city
are the quietest sounds on earth.
But I say it is with whomever one loves.

And very easily proved:
when we are trying to think of
something to say to each other,

each remembering back
who said what, the ground
we’ve already covered,
you can hear all the money
lost earlier in the stock market,
even fresh water slipping
into salt water.

De Mine (2007) de Tung-Hui Hu.

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