for Angela, 1997-2018
Baltimore,
Do not ever think
that you did not save her,
ceased the fire in her lungs
and all the way down to her toes.
Every bench here marks her
progress, from the one on
Charles and every one she passed
on the stroll home
from summer mass.
She adored you more
than life itself.
Can you imagine
if she had picked Boston?
Please.
South Green was our Mecca,
Paca, our midnight
last-night concert hall:
Home At Last!
You radiated out her
inner-harboured multiplication
and bought us two
whole years—
How can we ever repay you?
She lives on,
lost in me,
found in you.
To the city that saved us all,
we extend our sincerest thank you.

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