THE RED EYE OF DAWN
He’s finally gone. I know
But as his engine turns over, I make sure
The match. Not a lighter, a match, box-
Singe the brown paper wand. Only one. Quick,
Long honey fingers make artful wings.
Inhale. Hold. Savor. Feel
Into a Susquehanna fog. Anxieties billow
Damn this infernal haze! A blunted mind
Blazing over rooftops. A steady drizzle
Gnarled limbs of green. A variegated cat
Cross the high wire, shooing a fist of blackbirds
Into an eternal blue—to lariat the red eye of dawn.