dawn calvary

by Steven Pirani

wake up in a fog and a sweat
recall moonbeams over new york
a starting sun and a whimsy, 
all eyes closed tight in the wind,
holding long onto the shreds of night

collar of stars pale blue
so I sleep with all the windows open
maraschino cherry-red first light
a morning spent just an arched t-shirt
feathers poking holes in sheets

summer rain falling upwards
only when my eyes are closed
I see stripes of a future
and a blossom of hands
and a quiet sense of togetherness