ON CANAL STREET, WHERE I ONCE MET BLIND LEMON JEFFERSON COMING OUT OF A COFFEE SHOP AT 5:15 AM

I would hold your hand if I could until you no longer --
In this city, we were as likely a pair as any that flitted and trembled about us

So many mates for life
So many mistakes ending in a slow dying of light

My attendance tracked your absence until you reclaimed the room

One more woman than was here before --
One more collection of singular motives to revere

It's as if
in this swarm of yellow fireflies
you shone for me bluely

JD Frey--September 17, 1997