#224 song for lynda
it\u2019s not big news thirteen\nyears too late but for me\nyou died today\nand you die again\neach time someone\nfinds and loses you\n\nin newark rows of ailanthus\nghetto palms sigh and sag\ntrees of the\ncat piss smelling\ngods of chinatown\nchimeras of your mercy\n\nhow much loss your thirty nine\nyears too soon degraded but\nbeautiful lost\nand found again\nlike the real jazz\na fleeting moment\n\nthe door you fell through to the\nunderworld exists only here\nnow no more\nyour wilderness\na single bird created\nby its own ornithology\n\nlynda hull 1954-1994\n\nepw 11.30.07 perrysburg, oh