The snow’s melting
into a flood-tide of holy water.
We’re eating hard candy
all of us inside here at St. Ignatius
on 81st Street
where they don’t do any smoking.
We’re dressed up good for a gifted baby
wondering what has happened
since our own first bath
unaware that in a few short weeks
they’ll be bringing Jacqueline Bouvier here
for the dead must also come clean.