#224 song for lynda

it’s not big news thirteen years too late but for me you died today and you die again each time someone finds and loses you in newark rows of ailanthus ghetto palms sigh and sag trees of the cat piss smelling gods of chinatown chimeras of your mercy how much loss your thirty nine years too soon degraded but beautiful lost and found again like the real jazz a fleeting moment the door you fell through to the underworld exists only here now no more your wilderness a single bird created by its own ornithology lynda hull 1954-1994 epw 11.30.07 perrysburg, oh