Pardon me, sir, I've a question or two...
about the best way to fix

my heart which is filled with ghosts
in a city which is filled

with the voices of the living and
the going. I have lived here

just long enough to develop a sense
of bird song. Each bird is a ghost

you cannot hold. What you cannot
touch you cannot fix. Stranger,

together, listening, we fix
almost nothing, but we are together.

Jennifer Lauer