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Lines Written for Elmo Castelnuovo

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Lines Written for Elmo Castelnuovo

Peter Everwine

          It's not time that passes, it's you, it's I

                                       -- Rutger Kopland

In winter, by late afternoon, it's almost dark

 when you come home from the mine. I hear

 the front gate creak and the metallic clink

 of your pail before you round the corner

 by the back steps where I've been waiting.

 In the sharp chill of the air, the mineral

 undercurrent of damp earth and shale

 comes with you. You turn down the collar

 of your shirt and let water from the pump

 pour down your face and nape, the skin above

 your undershirt pale as the crescent moon visible

 above the darker mass of the hills.

• • 

 You drive for hours, heading nowhere; you walk

 the streets at night and argue with the moon --

 something hidden and manic in you emerged,

 almost unnoticed, until at last you huddled

 homeless and bewildered under a pile

 of coats in an alleyway no wider

 than the mines you entered as a young man.

 The rat scuttling in the garbage bin, the cat

 stalking the rat, did they become your familiars?

 And the passersby, who glanced at you and hurried

 on their way, did they believe you were invisible?

 Did the tag knotted to your toe say nameless?

• • • 

 What I loved was the touch of your calloused hand

 on my head, the coal-rimmed hollows of your eyes.

 If you returned now from the sooty underworld

 in which you dwell, you would not recognize me.

 The gate is gone; the house and those who lived in it

 are hidden elsewhere. Only the crescent moon

 and darkling hills are as you left them. Come back

 as you were, if only for a moment. I'm waiting

 by the back steps. The kitchen window casts

 its light; at the laden table the absent prepare

 for your arrival. You will be hungry and tired,

 as in those years through which our lives passed.

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