Voyages en Europe

Keats was alone when he died
in a small room in Italy
in the small house where
we are staying.

Did he hear as I do the
forest of cobblestone and smoke
and live though the ink
froze in his pen?

If anything the window must have
broken from the canopy that spread
from the ceiling, pushing
the tiled flowers

out out out like
a slow tide or
a mountain or
breath

from one who knows it will come
so (like a bloom) it may as well come now