he can’t let her slip like
petals on a wet, black bough
into the blue Volvo.
He’s both young and old.
His holding on to her
reveals the body’s
wisdom, the kind
of intuition required
to invent first
the wheel, next the partner.
Partner, both
thing and action
product of process
and always in
progress. Wilmot whispers
in her ear. Listen
is action coupled with
reaction. She listens.
He’s likely saying he’s already
missing her. He probably is,
but in a perfect world
Wilmot’s saying, Darling,
we’re dancing.