Something emerged against the horizon
Then drew away again. She lifted The Metamorphoses
And read. Nothing changed. She reclined
In the sunshine: those were the best days of my life—
Standing on a corner waiting for him
To get off work and drive me home.
I always had too many windows open.
Someone took her place immediately and held out a camera—
He said I don't know how the sky called us and I don't
Know where the river began
I only know that no one could have called in your place
Your knowledge of rivers, your first, unguarded discovering.
Ernest Hilbert
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/triumph-of-death/
