The End of Any Affair
by Laura Van Prooyen


I see, he said, and then an old woman
across the street opened her car door and
thrust out one heavy sole
at a time. Legs planted like momentary oaks,
she pulled her wool cap to kiss her eyebrows
and clutched the collars of her coat
in defense, or maybe surprise.






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