Eighteen Floors  6/30/95


Barely Lit

She stood tall & cool.

Wax slowly dripping down

the candle.

Night, a Haitian mask

from the City carnival.

There she stand, Jewel

of the wild.


Calm down & come over here.

The lights are casting words

that have been heard

in every heavens glow.


Roads on the way

to what is there.

I now quench a more

modest tone.

Something indecisive

& unknown.