11/23
In a tower of the city I look out
on the lights and lights in the river. We must
be somewhere to see such as a city honors:
the splendor of stars, as ice holds
together stone, granite and diorite even
within the heat of your room, an ice
speech through centuries that does not
shine but holds the shiny bands of stars
we know as people still in personal
distances: constellated in rose and eagle,
loving clans dwelling within. Those
lights honoring shadows of other
stars whose language is of distances,
of beautiful disclosures, like this.
