the race down the slopes of Haifa
staggered stairs
that cause laughter
and terror
and biologic memory
at the gun women
in the underground
funicular
their curly hair shiny
for the reflection
of the
American sailors
and now we raced
downward
as bruises dawned
until return to the pier
port of Haifa
drunk and out of breath
we raced the final steps
across the late-night gangway
