A man leaves the world And the streets he lived on Grow a little shorter One more window dark In this city, the figs on his branches Will soften for birds If we stand quietly enough evenings There grows a whole company of us Standing quietly together Overhead loud grackles are claiming their trees And the sky which sews and sews, tirelessly sewing Drops her purple hem Each thing in its time, in its place
It would be nice to think the same about people Some people do. They sleep completely Waking refreshed. Others live in two worlds The lost and remembered They sleep twice, once for the one who is gone Once for themselves. They dream thickly Dream double, they wake from a dream Into another one, they walk the short streets Calling out names, and then they answer