Like water. (New poems).(Poem)

 
Like water 
 
   It hadn't been three months since he had died 
   when we sat together in your living room, 
   a green world going on outside, the June wind 
   blowing hot and hard, bending each leaf and branch, 
   while inside all was still: a still interior where 
   three women sat in shadow stirring summer drinks, 
   the room the same as it had always been, 
 
   but changed, ...