Game Night
--Conor O'Callaghan
[from Poetry, 03/2009]

Love not
being in the loop.

Grant the spruces’ wish,
the golf compound
graying out of use,
SUVS in the IT lot,
power outage,
a chorus from the quad.

Bless the elsewhere
where others are
not here or you.

And rain
after midnight . . .
Ask yourself,
is that rain or bells?