... he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe
... upon all the living and the dead—James Joyce
one morning for a few seconds
upon waking
I knew all of your secrets, knew your byways in and out
your off and on upside-about sideways glancing of a soul
—that wary askance that keeps you semi-whole—
till you did creep upon me, half-asleep, within-without
and these rooftop morning
pigeons, not the least dawning peep
now ceased to coo in their redoubt
and—though in mourning—blew
both west and east
as lonely souls released
they, madly, flapping flew
sadly, both ways only
as you
.