British Women In The Bondage Of Love

Behind this tree, behind this very tree,
in this donut shop a British woman
is buying a donut. She has a scarf
wrapped a few times around her right forearm
and then tied in place gently with two knots.

He looked at her as he tied the two knots
and, smiling, said, without explanation,
“British women in the bondage of love.”

She looked at the scarf wrapped around her arm
and said, “It’s not very binding, is it?”

There is a small tree surrounded by cars
not too far from a busy donut shop.

The donut shop is open all night but
around midnight most of the cars are gone.

In the darkness at the edge of the lights
shining down on the empty parking lot
the small tree is almost invisible.

The night around the tree is very big
and farther away from the donut shop
the darkness is blacker still, binding shapes
into complete invisibility.

A napkin that somebody threw away
blows in the wind from the light to the dark
behind this tree, behind this very tree.

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