. . . that a lamp may be set to burn continually (Exodus 27:20)
A woman descending the stairs
passes beneath her transom window
Cut into cubes, her figure disperses
like sand across the bay.
Salted shingles, wooden gables and
streets of stone: this city is a mandala
of whalebone and oil.
Today it was also a lagoon.
The pilot light has gone out
and these matches at the hole
in the stove
Are two widows.