curled up
in attic bed
in sunlight now
~
some sun
attic room
floats off
~
small
of his
back
says
tulips
soon
~
attic room’s
little black table—
companion
~
things a
clatter
~
he
sees ghosts
on their
knees
fitting
the
3”
floorboards
he
stands on
~
yr morning
devotions
listening—
~
a poem
for this
air
