And according to my calculations, they’re fifty percent right.
I saw the sun painting a row of yellow houses.
I saw the harbor part and scores of people move through
the narrow path between the skyscrapers of water.
I heard a woman singing, a voice so ordinary it was extraordinary.
I heard a speech for peace, who knows—maybe one day…
And on the very day I heard a friend of mine died,
I saw him sitting at the bar, looking up at, dare I say
the angels?—nursing a pint of beer he can take eternity to finish.