Postcard from an Old Lover w/Picture
of Horse & Carriage, Driver & Whip
Liz Robbins
The rain’s green forgiveness
is so much larger.
The close-mouthed snapdragons,
waiting for rain.
Not so much, your postcard
in the rusted red box,
fountain pen ink blurring
characters.
You’re in love with
your leaving.
Drawn hearts spilled
all about your name.
Remember the healing
salt baths? Our dry forest
scene, all sparrows feasting
on grubs and sorrow,
flying the mind’s entire
distance for water. So much
smaller, that lagoon.
Pink Lips of the snapdragon
open in rain.
What power, to drench!
Where I’ve gone, you cannot
allow.
A renegade green parrot
once enclosed.
Now in the thick wet fronds
of foreign palms.