March 16, 2010
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Poem from this afternoon
Allegheny Cemetery
I weep at the beauty of the day;
the lily of the afternoon
is already dripping with gold,
the urban-planning pond
heavy with algae and mossy ducks.The jade angel opens her wings
to the bright kaleidoscope of Children’s Hospital
and I wonder if the sprite inside it
will help me fly into the blue
if I touch her granite leg.I wonder how long
I’ll be Carl to your Allen,
if we’ll be friends as old men together in Rockland.
My stomach swims in a tight spot
and I’m on my way to get some art out of it.I hope you don’t object
to the words I found in you today
or how the coffee spilling
on my designer wrap dress
made me feel more like myself.Pittsburgh seems like a village
in Greenwich or Italy today
and I am feeling jolly utter
while you are soulfully intense
beneath the spring-city sky.
