They’ve just made love
in a clearing in woods.
She dozes lightly,
naked on the flattened
fragrant grass.
Orpheus
rises; he’s restless.
The way she lies there
it’s as if she’s already
dead- a sight he can’t bear.
And so, without knowing it,
he chooses loss, the one
sure song.
She wakes in time
to see him turn
away and enter the dark
tunnel of trees, humming a tune
he’ll soon put words to.
Orpheus and Eurydice
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