Rifts
Divisions: phrases of songs.
The periodic blue sweep of streetlights
Across windshield and steering wheel.
A wilderness of doors in the suburbs
Open on frank ambiguous voices
Dissolving to a stripped hosannah or lament.
This: the wet print of a leaf
Blown in upon the floor as I came in to see him,
His fingers on white keys.
Afterwards, if there was night,
There was rain also to darken the city
And make the highway shine obscurely.
Phrases of songs, the cloudy pulling on
Of white cars. And away.