Some Clouds

 Now that I've unplugged the phone,
no one can reach me--
At least for this one afternoon
they will have to get by without my advice
or opinion.

Now nobody else is going to call
& ask in a tentative voice
if I haven't yet heard that she's dead,
that woman I once loved--
nothing but ashes scattered over a city
that barely itself any longer exists.

Yes, thank you, I've heard.

It had been too lovely a morning.

That in itself should have warned me.

The sun lit up the tangerines
& the blazing poinsettias
like so many candles.

For one afternoon they will have to forgive me.

I am busy watching things happen again
that happened a long time ago.

as I lean back in Josephine's lawnchair
under a sky of incredible blue,
broken--if that is the word for it-- 
by a few billowing clouds,
all white & unspeakably lovely,
drifting out of one nothingness into another.

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