AFTER PASSING
Children watch
a far away point.
The gas lamps go out.
Little blind girls
question the moon,
and through the air ascend
spirals of weeping.
Mountains watch
a far away point.
AFTER PASSING (Variation)
The dogs watch
my sleeping body.
The ceiling lamps go out.
The dying pitbull
puts her nose to my belly,
and releases into the evening
curls of her whines.
The Sierras watch
my sleeping body.
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