Straws Separating

there were four of us
lives changing faster than
the movement of the nightime clouds
above us

we were separating
like peices of straw
sitting in dirt

she was there
with two carats
her eyes were big
and curious
about how this story would end

the other one sat
next to me
her hands with his

his warmth
calmed us
into ourselves

the august night was cool
people filled the tables
in our kitchen
we didn't see them
or our waters get filled
by the waiter

she left the airport
and arrived
at our table
soon after


discussing sandals
and marriage
the time went from
8 to 10:30