As/Is







2.14.2006


My Spirit House

I've made
arrangements
to leave you-

my body,
my satin glove,
my spirit house

whose windows
pearly white
and rust,

the creaky door
which I came in
but once before

on miniature
feet of dusk.

Emptied vase,
shriveled flower,
shades of evening's
glory- violet

garlands round
the wearied
truss of night

whose walls
arrest the
ebbing light-

now fold
below
the house's
winter garden.