Evelyn Posamentier
Washington Heights

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