A Geranium and A Dead Man
Sometimes the best thing to say, and the best
way to say it, is just what you saw, and what,
you saw was streetlights rung around the park
like phantoms. They turn on at five, and will again
when we are all dead. But until then if you come and
see it lit up like that, you would be right to see in it
phantoms, to see in it us both dead and alive.