Dinner, Ulster County 1995
The five of us sat at the dinner table surrounded by potted flames that flickered on the deck and to the dark peripheral woods black without a trace of stars we talked of a lover -- early -- dead, his ashes scattered on Mount Tampas -- a bus ride made desperate adventure from North Carolina and a former wife to San Francisco, then the Castro; these lights contained in colored glass a disco's old and beating strobe thrown across five men at night we drink and stare at slender flames then know it's time to take leave -- a front porch with its lonely steps the trail of grass to silent cars -- a screen of lights as moths abound down to the woods all dark and still -- a stage with silhouetted heads bent toward some body's gyrating form as from the house Donna Summers plays "Dim all the lights because tonight it's all the way.,." out to the yard where nothing moves -- green vines and darkened trees.
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