In the big scheme of little things

Here you are

Sweet one

Accumulating again

Accumulating

Your days

In the big scheme of little things

Pulses of light

Assembling and dismantling your name

Pieces of you flying every which way

Puzzle pieces

Swirling in your brain’s tornado

And here

Here’s a trombone for your last breath

And if you still have hands

If you still have a hand tomorrow

Here’s a hammer of gold

And a house to be born in

                                        -- New York, June 8, 2008