Doors through the high town

seem farther apart

tonight

perhaps this is like death

visiting plaques as a child

unformed fingers

along them

saguaro ribs gnarled into canes

               line of them

               with canaries and those

               leaving with full cages of silence

               and candles

town burnt

everything but the lacquered heart

permanent distance in buildings

even its name

white in soot

no one died

so they are nothing so

I begin to learn my name