Daniel B. Silver

Two Houses


Two houses, one of them on Bernal Heights where the streets climb steeply and the ravens take flight
The other, further south at the base of the hill where the wind whips at sundown, and the midnights are still
Two great loves I experienced in my life, one of them an open wound and one of them an ex-wife
Two shrines to my adoration that still quietly stand, and all I can think is how they slipped from my hands