GAIL WRONSKY
Conspiratorial We
Hammers and fingernails withheld
Even in the midst of frenzied days and envies
Insolent sun which moves behind mountains
to caution the edges of our eyes
Mouths which nothing can out-die
Under the disordered dusk, through mysterious windows
We meet and conspire, bathe our daydreams in gin
So much said already in the twilight
We are alive, but do not demand much of it
We don’t believe in anything but ghosts
We don’t question people badly dressed in mourning
Under the heavy heel, we are alive and weightless
Under the capsized boat we fly
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