Monday, January 19, 2009

Awake at Night

Another blackout in the city.
This time it seemed like great fun,
Lying on the floor, bundled in blankets,
Making jokes about tin can telephones
Until it dawned on us that the power
Was not coming back on. Ever.

Tell me what you love.
Give me an example.
The sun on your face in November
As the wind sweeps yellow leaves around your feet
And the whitecapped Hudson river flows
A billion diamond facets?
The lunch ladies in England
At the school you went to?

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