Even the long-beloved
was once
an unrecognized stranger.
Just so,
the chipped lip

blown field
of a yellow curtain,
might also,
flooding and falling,
ruin your heart.
A table painted with roses.
An empty clothesline.
Each time,
the found world surprises—
that is its nature.
And then
what is said by all lovers:
"What fools we were, not to have seen."

Photograph: Untitled, by Auntie P (originally color).
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