leaving all this
to lie in a bed
under the steady sound of rain ;
cold coming,
the quilt reminding
of the endless blankets later:
so much closer now, my love ,
as the dark grows huge
as an animal ,
and the leaves flare
with ecstasy and loss.
John de Stefano
OCCASIONAL POEM
Tacit
volume of
a photograph : Life-
size sculpture
of an angel, left
in another age
to crumble among
the elements. Time is
the shape it
takes .
