Up on the Roof
Magic lights near, far,
everywhere.
Off the kitchen, up
the skinny flight of stairs
to the FIRE door, stairwell
to the roof, this spot.
Tiny lights, tiny tiny lights—Elijah, Sparrow, Shira, Dan.Rust and peeling door-paintin plum, from one dark street toanother we come.And laughter, and otherunspeakable sounds below.Electricity in the air.A separate place.A separate slice of darkness.Silhouettes all night long!
