Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Poems about Leaving, Part One

Driving through Montana After the Wedding

Already I miss my friends-
having spent three full days
together, drinking, eating,
dancing, laughing. 

Full with the glad warmth
of watching the first of us wed,
we were surprised to find
the high desert cold at night.
So we slept stomach 
to back on pull-out beds. 

And now the golden hills
of Montana with the shadows
of clouds, and the wind
forever moving them around.