Group Of Men At A Meeting Table - Bruce Moody

[Larry Robinson]

Group Of Men At A Meeting Table
 
In Imitation Of Tu Fu (712-770) As Translated By Carolyn Kizer
 
 
They shift down in their seats or sit off-center.
One leans forward.
Another bows over to write notes in his journal.
Like a good boy, that one sits, back-up, like a cadet.
I have no idea how I sit.
 
One speaks, then another.
I consider how independently each of us dresses.
Nothing beautiful. Nothing gaudy.
Even my own red does not stand out.
 
Outside, the dark is like a pearl.
The parking lot well-lit. We wander to our cars.
Scattering to get home. Discussions to-be-continued.
A perfume fills the air. Some sweet tree in bloom
smells like it has filled an entire world all day.

	- Bruce Moody
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