the second breath

     

i bow to you my father
the Sun
                all of our ghosts

you pacifists
           polishing your electric chairs

past 7th Avenue
stretching memories over my fragile body

Orion on a clear night
           the murmuring frogs

i will keep going until i run out of places to go

as if this was all i ever wanted
as if the world were waiting to let us down

we make love on a sunny afternoon
War & Peace
           with its broken spine
under the swing

you do not look me in the eye
because our secrets are contagious

and some days
i do not want to fly
or dream of better things

i only want to take your hand
and remember the mornings

that stretched into the horizon
                                         endlessly