Trent Busch

DARK COATS

Bright as a red dress on
a drab street to the eye
I was once to the stopped
moment when she, as I,

saw others in a mist
of dark coats going
to and from work or at
Christmas time in and out

of shops alone trying
to find right presents in
a world that was not right,
someone lost or gone.

Now I, as she, the one
gone, not a flash but bar
of cloud after the red
has gone from the sunset

before moonrise, after
the bird has disappeared
from the horizon, settled
in the pond’s tall grass.

The one who hears the fly
before death, though we are
not dying, who on the trip
home (cause long ago

ended), watches from modern
windows the quiet fields
passing, fallen into
the colors that sleep there.

–from Rattle #30, Winter 2009

§ One Response to “Dark Coats” by Trent Busch

• Cheryl Ware says:

  June 21, 2012 at 12:59 pm

  I love the feel and symbolism in this poem. I am familiar with Trent Busch’s work and this is a wonderful example.

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