Sunday, April 10, 2005

"April is the anniversary of the world." --Stephanie Peirce.

Blessed night, warm night.
stars straight as if hung on clotheslines
opposite that fish-bone sharp moon.

Blessing the night: sweet jazz,
strong friends, hot noodles,
two-weeks early birthday present.

Bless my ghosts, their words
and notes and names,
the lights they left burning in me.