June 17, 2024Wayfare
I spent most of a day
putting the crib that came
in 48 parts together, tightening
every screw just enough,
but not too much, the memory
of its assembly living somewhere
in me while you dreamt inside it
for one thousand nights,
it later taking only ten minutes
to disassemble and one minute
more to box it up, to put it out
onto the curb where the city
came to take it away.
from #84 – The Ghazal