Where you are now, the only lights are stars br and oil lamps flaring on vine-covered porches. br Where you are now, it must be midnight. br No one has bothered to name all the roads br that overlook the sea. The freshened air br smells of myrtle and white jasmine. A church br stands on the headland, and I hope it might br keep one thought of me alive in your head. br br Autumn is here: warm days becoming cold. br The trees dropp more leaves, love, each time it rains. br I eat my meals with the TV turned on, br but softly so the neighbors won't complain. br The kilim is stained by the food I spilled br the first day-and the second-you were gonebr br G.E.