for Nathan Ames
Let dreams sleep on your hot pillow.
Let words rest in your hot mouth.
Let this day surround your stone bench.
Let it sift like cigarette ash into fresh cut grass.
Let it rise like smoke and hang below
The dogwood's heart shaped leaves
Where you sit in the shade.
Forgive three in the morning.
Forgive the airless room, the speechless fear
Balanced in corner cobwebs watching
For you to close your eyes.
Forget what can't be saved.
Forget the bleeding face on the pavement.
Forget the blue baby blanket.
Forget her dark hair under bright lights.
Think only of the lightning-split tree we love,
How slowly, how surely,