— for Duncan McNaughton
by James Koller
Morning Star over the Uintas, red sun
coming up behind those mountains.
seeing you in Bolinas. Did you come
I’m here this morning, west of Salt Lake,
call them drowsy, drivers, cars all over
Carla Bruni sings lullabies,
soothes the cat, who like me, this time of day
likes it quiet.
The city now thirty
The sun drops, down again,
out of sight. Now you see her, now you don’t.
Are we all asleep now? Not me.
to the south are mirrored, pastel & pink
reflections in the still salt water, look,
to me, the color of Carla’s nightgown.