"The Bowerbirds" by Dana Goodyear

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I think this poem beautifully and succinctly captures that vague surety of parting-ways. And what comes after...

The Bowerbirds

As if we were leaving
the small forest tower that we built,
with a moss carpet and mosquito chandeliers.
and laughing at it.
I can’t believe you used that word –
in an argument, no less.
But we would never break this way,
loose, affectionate, wry.
You straighten,
add an ornament.
This is somehow part of staying.
If you left, a black cape would flap
like a crow winging,
and I would make a hundred harried calls.

-- Dana Goodyear