Claudia And I (Written November 24)

Claudia and I

 

Claudia and I were left alone

In the office. The wind blew

The last of the oak leaves

 

Past the window. Her reputation,

To the effect that she weaves

A good tale that it’s usually best

 

Not to believe, colored

Everything she said. From its nest

A mourning dove called to its double.

 

The late afternoon sun broke

Through the clouds. The trouble

Was to know when she lied

 

And when she told the truth.

An hour passed, and the light died.

I told her I was sorry,

 

I didn’t believe her story.

It didn’t ring true. Don’t worry,

She said, it doesn’t matter

 

What you think. This

Angered me, and I scattered

A few things on the floor.

 

She was unruffled

And showed me the door.

Dark thoughts swallowed me.

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