for the first time ever

yesterday was bleak
no one in the whole world wrote
even one poem.

5:48 AM

while the silent storm of night gives way into a quiet blue

your face reveals itself in all its sleeping wrinkles

heavy underlids, smooth nose and forehead

someday i will look back at this moment and think

you looked so young.

SAVED

Idea music & Ideal music

like The Pretenders singing The Rascals

or a woman performing surgery

on a snow child in Park Slope

there were berry colored lights

& a rose patterned sweater

with low hanging threads.