GOSSIP IN THE VILLAGE
Larry Levis
I told no one, but the snows came, anyway.
They weren’t even serious about it, at first.
Then, they seemed to say, if nothing happened,
Snow could say that,&almost perfectly.
The village slept in the gunmetal of its evening.
And there, through a thin dress once, I touched
A body so alive&eager I thought it must be
Someone else’s soul. And though I was mistaken,
And though we parted,&the roads kept thawing between snows
In the first spring sun,&it was all, like spring,
Irrevocable, irony has made me thinner. Someday, weeks
From now, I will wake alone. My fate, I will think,
Will be to have no fate. I will feel suddenly hungry.
The morning will be bright,&wrong.
