For David Shapiro (1947-2024)
I can already see the wall around
paradise lifting
Ecstatic,
I know no difference
between heaven
and this moment,
your garden
and a bell,
a violin and going crazy.
Angel Boss
I wake up ‘n
see
my mother
pulling off my sheet
I look straight ahead
and see my births
layered in
crystal.
I close my eyes
and see
my angel boss
ordering
me around your
sonnet factory.
A Living Force Field
is holding your hand. Turn around.
Here comes the east. A pool
player frets and struts
watching your footsteps
heart in hand over a new aura
some time when you have time.
Around
All the dead
are like a dachshund
following you around.
Tide
She asks
me if
I can
identify
a particular moment.
You mean
the moment, I answer,
when I
become the cliff I hover over
and time goes out with the
tide.
Yes, she
says,
that’s the moment.