Bedtime at 9
... so George Bailey was never born, wouldn’t hear
Clarence get his wings, lost Zuzu’s petals forever.
Roger Thornhill was stuck as George Kaplan
& crop-dusters dusted no-crops on & on.
Sister Maria never came back from her convent
to kiss & marry Plummer, climb every mountain
& this might’ve turned me into a pessimist
but at least history was frozen sometime late ’30s,
Österreich never quite reaching Anschluss.
Only music creeping upstairs into dreams
afforded an ambiguous form of prolepsis,
fortune-telling in muffled songs, marches.