But leaves fall
They whirl under street-lamps
“Death’s butterflies”
As my friend Jarkko
Called them—and
He’s gone now.
Try talking about life
Without clear desire
Also known
As tenderness—also
Called yearning
Aching, pining,
And for what?
The day held meaning,
We felt accomplished,
We swept up the children’s hair.
Planet of the Blind 