in the middle of the day last
night you walked toward me over
freshly mown flowers and said that
after a brief chat your new boat
the Luna Trirota would sail
at midnight. I don’t know where you
got that biker jacket and I’m
sorry your allergies were playing up
but even from the other side I’m pleased
to talk with you for a bit, Harry.
And then I wasn’t sure which realm I
was in but sighed relief when my wife
sighed and the dog rolled on her back
to enjoy the breeze before dawn