Sport 37: Winter 2009
He's Not Here
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He's Not Here
He can't ask why
she lingers in
this amphitheatre.
Why here she hears
the echo—
what the guide says
about spots around
ancient stages
where the voice still carries.
Why she folds into a crack
in one stone wing
an apology to him
for a thought about
stillness
lying offshore.
We watch it
lapped by water,
lit with small trees.