The castoff
—dedicated to Sharon

You could've gone on a Saturday
(With your luggage sack).

And I could've told you
It rained thrice
    When you left.

Thick as lime
The rain lit the sunny grass
And the air anchovy,
    But those are minutiae.

Ah! I could've told you: that 
I couldn't see better than this 
Sickening blindfold of May—

Most docile of months;
    Final year.

And the ghost of seasons
At the clutch of my heel. 

Dale Chou
2005-05-13