Robert Okaji

Down and Away

How soon we lose the scent
of our first love's

body, that odor of perfume
over sweat and uncertainty

and the overwhelming surge
into what will never again

be new. You shake yourself
back, wondering

if falling stars could choose
to rise again, whether

they would rejoin the firmament
or simply retreat deeper into the

ocean's black, cooling, sliding
down and away, slipping

free of regret, evading forever
the sun's long fingers.

Robert is a half-Japanese poet living in Texas. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Clade Song, Taos Journal of International Poetry and Art, Panoply, Kissing Dynamite and elsewhere.

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