Tidal
— For DonnaRain comes back to the East River,
never the same riverbut the buildings still toss their lights
on the water like flaming cocktails, the ferrygroans as it docks and then turns
away. Rain returnsto the river and goes
wherever souls go, throngingforward and falling back. Your sister
at the end, flushed with morphine, called outto the gone dog of your childhoods Here
girl, here—Come in from the balcony, honey.
I’ve made you some food.