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.