[Dark mornings shown thy mask]

Dark mornings shown thy mask
made well thy visage and voice
rolling over and hearing some perfect
sweetness that one broad soul poured forth
again in happy countenance and ancient word

                                     my city cold
                                        for me, my nature

                                        come back

                               sallow soft and colorless
                         thy dreams repent


The whole family
each with his own
                                          “Now, sweet child, we must
                                          kiss winter goodbye, and so too
                                          your furs.”

She clutched the puppy to her breast.
“Not little Bobby, father.”

“Yes, my darling, little Bobby as well.”

And this, as she ought, was how Gretel
remembered summer – a constant giving up
of things and people.

Joshua Beckman, “[Dark mornings shown thy mask]” from Take It. Copyright © 2009 by Joshua Beckman. Reprinted by permission of Wave Books.
Source: Take It (Wave Books, 2009)
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