Dark Block

Despondency and hopeless drives

The grace to love by night if

Not by day         listen

To me mainly my dear

I know it’s hard to see

Which one of us is reasonable

And which one wise when

Between regret and horror

We speak all thought

Walking the dark block

You roll your eyes

Through all things

You sister you

To whom the black motorcyclist

Turns his head and

The clay garden owl speaks