Invocation on Hudson Street
By Claudia Mauro
Dear god of little things, of ordinary things
  of missing buttons and Tuesdays
    of meadowlarks and river clover
           consider us.

Here is the simple arc of our lovers body
    nestled in dream above the June morning,
            tender ship, tiny song.

Mindful god of clocks and moth wings
  of house sparrows and window latches
     There are dandelions in the broken sidewalks
        along Hudson Street who know your
             footsteps by heart.

Like everything, we have nothing.
  Don't wake us. Leave us in the easy weave
     of breath over bone. Fold us up
             in your book of days.
     Say our name once and forget us.

From Reading The River, Whitaker Press, 1999


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