Night Before The Sky
last night there was a woman
who sat ontop a bottomless table
asking me questions about her genius daughter
we remained over struggling cups of answers, as
she needed badly to recount her graduate life,
now,
inside,
while the place gradually burned down
all around us
and i had never seen her daughter
although many times i had caught sight of her
through this clear windowpane
while she sat still
begging the night sky
doubtful questions
one time i think we touched lips
and very tenderly melted away under that flag
we knew would be dying soon,
so full of holes
why should we sing of it
last night there was a woman
who i left crying
“goodbye” to her genius daughter
surrounded by ashes
of unrequited questions
11/78/69
Cambridge, Mass