Dis 18, 2013


Beyond the jagged line of the year
is you and me abandoned to

Laughing about it;
the backhoes are having their say

As we speak, the jackhammers,
men with kerchiefs for mouths.

Good as new. Able to
withstand. The future / our duty.

What for?
Was it not the taller question

Back in the day? And might yet grow,
your hand in mine, your other

Elbow tucked in the corner of the window sill,

Behind us the children, the
judgment of their faces asleep.