The early evening empties
with stillness
as the fog of the week rolls in from the sea
No resemblance
to the riotous gatherings
spilling out
on the sidewalk
spilt wine stains
on the pavement
the body
chalking evidence
of the balmy night before
I return here
time and time
again to the place
of a now estranged family
because it knows my bones
as the many stories
stacked neatly on the entrance table
Flirtations once swelling
crashing into the midnight hour
with slick fingers and overarching intentions
receed back
as he escapes
to his matrimony bed
Here there is no heat
Just wine
and a short walk back
to familiar walls
