The Sunday News
for something in the Sunday paper,
flipped by accident through Local Weddings,
missed the photograph until I saw
name among the headings.
there you were, looking almost unchanged,
hair still long, though now long out of style,
you still wore that stiff and serious look
called a smile.
felt as though we sat there face to face.
stomach tightened. I read the item through.
said too much about both families,
little about you.
at last, I threw the paper down,
by jealousy, my mind aflame,
this man, this stranger whom you loved,
yet I clipped it out to put away
a book like something I might use,
scrap I knew I wouldn't read again
couldn't bear to lose.
Daily Horoscope, Graywolf Press,
by permission of the author.