The Party

by Leonard Nathan

Some stayed out in the garden hushed under stars,
others went in bearing the crystal music
of ice in tall glasses.

We stood awhile in the doorway, wanting, it seems,
to be in two places at once and being
in neither very much.

It was hard to believe there really was a Finland
or Cape of Good Hope or even our own house
somewhere in the dark.

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