for Nikki Atwell, 1982 - 2002
I rose earlier than usual this morning,
only the view I love from my study window
I stood at the dark window a long time,
The sun should show itself soon, I thought.
arrange my books alphabetically by author
poetry on the west wall, prose on the east.
I stopped for a moment at John Clayton,
and thought of course of you.
to the funeral home for the viewing.
that finally entered this morning, first
returning the familiar world to me again
If you had lived to write the books
placed them on the top shelves between Ashbery
(photo by celise Varnedore)