Poem   Sleep takes us one by one into its cave an unremembered moment that’s like death and leaves us there with dreams for company Patience Playing at solitaire beside an open window I let the weather slide away— tall summer trees, bird-song, the kids on bicycles— and slip instead into a world of cards as welcoming, sweet and solitary as dreams of travel or clear alcohol— a life as unredeemable and lifeless as these kings and queens. David Chandler