DECEMBER 7

Tracks times and pensive legs
avail caught up, of
one another sleeping.
Notes composed round absence
and impaired having been
largely the whole of you
here,

stopped backlit too long
too orange sky too waxed
moon crouched there,
idle makings among things
vital,

swept up, starried frenzy
of an aria sustained, once,
seen and given witness to,
held in sickness vaguely,
unfinished
and fervent. Brought in quickly
melding into others' days
benign and horrible, for that
and its implications.