Evelyn Posamentier
Washington Heights

gradually
mothers lean out of windows
yelling for their children to come home for supper.
in eternity, the stars emerge slowly
as the backdrop turns to dark & there is no
such thing as time or there is
all the time in the world or there are
children everywhere or stars & no children
or many children or stars with children, or each star
holding a child, no morning, noon,
suppertime or school, no smokestacks &
buildings, no slippery streets, no families,
with ends to meet, no time or end of days.
i once had a parakeet in that city
which does not exist
the bird was blue, also yellow, a touch of green
it was as free in its cage as i was