blue night
to the paintings of Juan Miro
greenlane rd, february 1989, edited november 2022

the stars are
full on the
air this night.
fanned to the
point they hint
and retract at
the eye’s
softness.
i’ve eked out
whatever heart
i’ve taken
to build a
sense of house
decorated, so well
known from within
like these backyards
dug around with
bush, sapling,
flowering vine to
outgrow the gaps
stood between
planks stapled
against the rise,
this night
a dark upon
dark leafage the
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