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Morning at Cape Inubo, 川瀬巴水 Kawase Hasui, 1931
Saul Leiter (b.1923-2013)
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The way I hope that I will drop
the anticipation of your absence
at the airport, too,
and the journey back
to the empty house would be
less remarkable because of it.
At home, I would greet
the silence of your room,
the half-eaten toast,
the cup of coffee that I will collect
and wash in the sink.
I will wait for you to text me
that you have boarded the plane
and that
oh, you forgot your scarf on my chair.
The night rose from the rocks of the canyon.
I drove away from your door. And the night, it left the earth the way a broken man,
his lover's door closing behind him, leaves that street in silence for the rest of his life.
-A Rehearsal of Loss by Agha Shahid Ali