The clouds overhead were somehow
unsure of themselves, temporary,
hardly any cover for the sun.
While I waited for Andrea
to return from the drugstore, I kept an eye
on the half-moon in the morning sky.
ii
People have asked me
why so many of my poems
end so abruptly
as if there were something more
to be said, but when I have spoken
my inspiration, the last, unspoken line
is God be with you - good-bye.
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