On the North Fork and Forgetting

Ah, Spring in New York.
Today the buildings are all
Where they should be,
And flowers fill the car.
I've got a lungful of lilac
And the sky is 9/11 blue.
Tonight I will sleep
In a room with pansy borders and
In the morning, walk the Peconic,
Breath in, breath out;
Watch gulls arc overhead
Instead of an endless loop
Of plate glass raining
From a perfectly clear sky.