“Spring Break” by James Longenbach - RATTLE: Poetry for the 21st Century

James Longenbach

SPRING BREAK

For three days, Friday
Plus the weekend,
I pulled up roots.
I wandered

Freely among women in velvet dresses,
Men in cutaways.
When I signed the guest book

One bowed, one lifted
Fingers to my lips—I was

A field of poppies
Blossoming, then blown.
A blind man gabbling on the bus.
A bicycle colliding with a taxi—lost,

I could be rescued,
Therefore seen.
Vainly I disguised the letters

In my name.
Streets, people’s
Faces, the movement
Of their bodies suddenly
Vivid: spindly

Thighs, the cut
Of muscles
In their arms, fingers

Clutching the key.
One licked her teeth.
A crust of bread was dipped in oil.
For whom I had returned to the streets of Maiano

They knew, but they remembered
Ascalaphus.
When I had enough secrets
I also had pity.