We can only close the shutters
To protect our eyes at sundown, when the fat cabbage palms
Sway in the evening light just before supper.
When the jazz band rears a song for lovers,
We can only close the shutters…
In our living room due west. Not even the stereo’s sputtering
(we) sway (sway) in the evening light just before supper.
I fill myself with sad movies on sunny mornings; I want to
hide the light behind floor-length drapes of thick woolen cloth.
We can only close the shutters.
Ask me if I am scared of death. I’m plain. Yet another
sunset alone might kill me. Where are you? …Gone.
(God, can we)Sway in the evening light just before supper.(?)
When the sun goes home to his wife I listen to Billie Holiday’s “summer-
-time.” The beat avoids my stony toes. We are merely god’s pawns:
my wife, cashed out. That fucker.
(if) We can only close the shutters. (could)
(and) Sway in the evening light just before supper.