The First Few Nights After You Leave Forever Poem by Bernard Henrie

I will run like a boy
his arms extended
to tag another child,
run wild from Romans
murdering at Salammbo.

After you leave
I will summon
an ivory moon
to open like a peacock
and color heaven
in silver paint.

I will wear a straw boater
and row away
in the William Fritz Regatta
at Bryn Mawr.

I will turn weeping to face
a Huron bride raiding party
skulking Aldebaran
burning the drunk waste
of my heart.