Memory Drips Like Water Through Limestone
Tuesday, January 31st, 2006Suddenly the guide switched on the lights,
Revealing a fantastic chamber …
Suddenly the guide switched on the lights,
Revealing a fantastic chamber …
Josef Stalin stood beside me
in my parents’ bedroom…
Imperiously accomplished coilings and uncoilings …
In the endless wintertime
we ice-skate on the black canals …
I imagine my heart exploding …
A seagull pecks a clamshell
on a windswept beach.
The diners at the Boathouse restaurant put down their forks, amazed…
I rested till grave robbers stole into the tomb…
The diners at the Boathouse restaurant
put down their forks, shocked …
Long before the Romans came, this place was sacred.