I go out to smoke but first

To get my lighter from the Jeep &

Walking past I see a lady

Leaning against a silver car in front of the bldg

She’s on the phone

She’s talking

& leaning is that her car
 
A crow is very upset

Calling & cawing & gargling it seems

A branch in the tree the lady

Does not notice me I see

Her pink hood & black hair her

Yellow bag leaning against

The silver car OK

That sounds very good to me

She says & leans fwd toward

The thread between her

& another lady it must be
 
On the other end a thread

Stretched like the two plus

Hundred years of silence
 
Btwn Emily & the shepherd
 
Begging live with me come be

My love the silence

Is the most important element of

Any poem according to Allen

Grossman she’s discussing the

Details of meeting somewhere else if

I’m not there then  
No I cannot
Kary Wayson is the Seattle Review of Books Poet in Residence for October.

Previously: My Subjects, My Own Hikmet Poem, Farthermore, and Glugs of Amber Winelight Lay.