Nights when I can’t sleep, I listen to the sea lions
barking from the rocks off the lighthouse.
I look out the black window into the black night
and think about fish stirring the oceans.
Of Thee I Sing – Ocean Vuong
——-We’re riding in the back of the black
limousine. They have lined
Biking to the George Washington Bridge – Alicia Ostriker
It sweeps away depression and today
you can’t tell the heaped pin-white
cherry blossoms abloom along
Riverside Drive from the clouds above
It’s not time that passes, it’s you, it’s I
In winter, by late afternoon, it’s almost dark
when you come home from the mine. I hear
the front gate creak and the metallic clink
of your pail before you round the corner
by the back steps where I’ve been waiting.