re-enchantment in the moments
before the shots
the actual deaths of innocent journalists
in Iraq, before hard-assed Americans
take fire and blame children for
being in the way.
Did I say re-; maybe its only dis-
on this April model of a day
just for being in
casting the illusion of love across a pond
with the boy whose heart is failing,
when no fish come to the surface
and we’ve turned back to the house
only to find them hours later
pushing their mouths through the surface
re-enchanting the air where it meets the skin of water.