Beside the elevator
For Felicity. Keri
Russell beams out, curly haired,
From it. Some melancholy
Associated with this—
The loneliness of this year,
Maybe, that dreary lobby,
The confined circumstances,
Loss of partner, loss of car,
Loss of most adult status,
All for a return to school
Among students more the age
Of this TV character—
Would ever after adhere
To that name, Felicity.
That’s what he tells her, at least,
His first friend in this new world,
Midway-aged from him to her
On the poster, and also
Curly haired, a grad student
Radiating confidence,
With a Navy officer
For a boyfriend, a nice house
In the Avenues, and plans
To turn promising fieldwork
Into a brilliant career,
No idea yet that grad school
Itself might be the apex
Of academic success
For her, as Felicity
Was for Keri Russell’s fame.
The worst part about the past
Is how it clings to sadness
By clinging to its future.
At least, that’s what he tells her.
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