After Someone’s Death

When there was a shock

that abandoned a long, pale, sparkling comet's tail.

It covers us. It makes the television pictures fluffy.

It gets comfortable cold beads on the electrical cables.

You can in any case rearrange along on skis in the colder time of year sun

through forests where keep going year's leaves hold tight.

Like pages torn from old phone directories —

every one of the names gobbled up by the virus.

It's as yet lovely to feel the heart thumping.

However, the shadow frequently appears to be more genuine than the body.

The samurai looks immaterial

adjacent to his covering of dark winged serpent scales.