return to our past
the feathers fashioning
our heads into newborn infants
as we sleep
a soft leap
toward forgotten passions
what we’ve shared
how we’ve cared
each color repainting
the night sky
in bloodshot red
my water-downed bed
drawing me in to
the cloth confines
of today
how i’ve tried to stay away
these clocks that
cocoon me
in sheets and clothes
i’m breakfast for the birds
that pick my remains
Words by Rick Stachura. “Night of the 9th.” August 9, 1995.
Photo by Rick Stachura. February 16, 2021.
View of Manhattan from Astoria, Queens. 432 Park Avenue is on the right.