Notes Written in the Night (For My Yes and No Catholic Worker Friends)
away falling forever
inky curtain of non-existent thread
from invisible webs stars glistening
and of frosted sweat long bedsheet clouds
(sweet sweat
of early morning struggles)
these hang over tree tops
sleeping women
sleeping men
empty beer bottles
distant roads
the night a woman
beautiful & black
like sea gulls
her hair
across my faces glides silently
