Evening Wind: Drawing and Print # The window is open and the woman is naked at the foot of the bed leaning towards the window trying for the breeze. The curtain is blown back behind her over her shoulder, the bed is rumpled from her tossing all afternoon in the heat. There is a pitcher of water on the bedside table and a picture of something in a rectangular frame centered upon the wall directly behind her. It is a landscape or a horizon of the kind favored by those who live in small one-windowed rooms, it is a still-life of sorts and she has studied it for hours. # She was rising to refill the pitcher on the table when she felt his eyes upon her as a sudden gust of wind tore back the curtains from the window and he saw she saw him staring. He turned around quickly, walked on down the street, looked back over his shoulder just once to catch her leaning just out far enough to see him go. She is alone and not expecting anyone or thing to change that. She imagines him believing she’s left him for another but she’s left him for no one and fears she may regret it. Bruce Taylor This poem first appeared in Pity the World: Poems New and Selected, Plain View Press, 2005. Bruce Taylor's poetry appears in such places as Able Muse, The American Journal of Poetry, The Chicago Review, The Nation,, Poetry, Rattle, and on the Writer’s Almanac. His most recent collection is Poetry Love Sex Music Booze & Death, 2018
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