Poem for Sanja.

always so laughing
always so
pretty
four-thousand
miles away, your
city.

While lighter
flights brought
brighter travel,
S.V. in summer braves

the romantic bombs of America.

They insist color
and sound signal
success. Once a
year, perhaps this
is accurate.

A third or
fifth day later, a
month not named
for Caesars, S.V.

watches fireworks alone.
Quietness

of their explosion
dilutes,
the impact felt long after
brightness.


terrible brightness.


has not rendered
her sightless.