for the one recently gone death is not death
even at the edges of this room
they need tea bags and jam
breakfast at joe's.
of course it wasn't like that then
hidden by darkness
the light gone out.
it was
sound seep
in from the other room colour
like red wine creeps
in to the carpet
breathes in
breathes out
or
joe's painting
ten drawings by da vinci
the rest just noise
my friends in brooklyn
I am still finding christmas tree needles
at easter this easter
a house stood here once like a light gone out but
in the park
by the sundial
under leaves
with the earth
where we walk
phthalo blue
dioxazine purple
lamp black
indian yellow
night is not night
but a plastic bag blowing down the road.