Dear Andrew,

 

Dear Andrew,

heaven is later so I shall be
in love with the world, rain
on pavement, the rabbit
my nephew named after me,
the snobbishness that adores
brick buildings, that adores
opera, the freedom that says
I gave up melodrama years ago,
the impatience that is immune
to certain tragedies, the definition
of all things as incomplete, as quietly
flawed, as real, as beautiful.