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A Garden at Night
for Michael Burkard (1947-2024)
After you died,
you had a dinner party
in a garden at night
Our table for four
down wide stone steps
Green leaves starred
with flowers it was too
dark to see them living
around us but I could
feel them breathing in
our breathing out
that tenderness only
our table lit ourselves
circled around it you
across from me
Two friends of yours men
on either side
You’d cooked a dish
with truffles which
was funny as in life my
life with you you
couldn’t really cook
once spooning tuna
from a tin into soup
on the stove trying
to get some protein in
Even in the afterlife
your guests picky
eaters one man & I
both had items on our
plates we couldn’t eat
& you bowed your
head in laughter
waves of it shaking
so hard it shut
your eyes & you said
that the man & I
could give each other
what we didn’t want
You’d figured out
the entire dilemma &
were so delighted
As when we wanted
to open the Entire Dilemma
Bakery with each cookie
named for a poet
the round shortbread
with a chocolate thumbprint
in the center: the Neruda
poet after poet
deciding what their cookie
would be it seemed we
could just imagine a thing
& it might appear
the happiest I’ve ever
seen you: head bent
eyes down shoulders shaking
body letting go laughing
& laughing look up
I want to say look up.