he flies out of here so fast
he seems a blur
leaving a wake of air in the room
as if to break the
sound barrier
one more vacancy
on this midweek day
when we all gather in ritual
none of us can stand
he going; she not
here at all
he plagued by the
thought
we might leave later
early to play out on
the beach
or dip our toes in the sea
he acting stranger
than usual
and most hostile to
me,
to others, an
impatience
we can’t imagine for a man
whose kingdom is here
and we his surfs
where does he rush
off to
and why isn't she
here
and who is it on the
other end
of the text he
receives on the phone
he clutches to his chest
terrified of losing
it
flying off maybe to
meet the messenger herself
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