Late Correspondence

    for the family of Daniel Methvin

Night, clear and terrible night
thrilled with innumerable suns:
now, we practically live there.

Daniel, where are you?

    i'm guarding a hospital full of iraqui children

Daniel, where are you?

    look for me in the eyes of my child
    help my wife

        *

Daniel, after your funeral I dreamed
you had a letter in your pocket.
You took it out to hand it to me.

    it hardly hurt at all

Two months later
it came:
    should i not come home
    i’ll be with you still
   in the stars


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