— for Derek Gromadzki
Cranes slip loud passing
Through me their honks
Preceding them
Overhead into / Another life
From which they never
Left briefly to / Pass through and over
Mine friend you’ve been
Gone a long time
how // Many which oth-
er animals / Make noises so a
Noise so its own its
Noise seems made up
For the occasion / Of the animal
Whom life speaks jealous-
ly jealously live
Their voices whom life
Speaks jealously