Poetry
Mercury at
this late date,
to no alarum —
the batteries,
trust in that,
were dead —
took a knap
& fewest he
as told &
shortest cane,
a lantern up-
right behind
the dog, tender
with it, they;
the man stood,
shaped iron &
adze made wood
on his shoulder —
she had said —
‘Of the scree,’
the dog said,
‘a flint only
& one wet stone
from the alders,
they won’t mind’ —
from the others,
an old man
shook himself
& pointed where
he threw it —
it was rolling
down the hill
the sadness
guards our secrets.
i gave my heart
to absurdity
that encouraged us that
love is real.
my legs –&
they were
not even
crossed,
as I stood,
were both
asleep; to
savour this
new-ness
at once
gravity
& joy — O
hold down
the floor —
all day
they’re up
redoing
the roof
the clock ticks slowly
& i’m listening
to the concert on the street,
a violin,
gut wrenching melody,
from the gallery window,
painted clowns, keep smiling,
sMiLinG– at me,
& i buy a card,
Klimt’s “Kiss” //on the blank,
white inside write
one single line beCause
i’m not afraid
of empty spaces–
suddenly, then
seal the envelope & put
the stamp a little awry,
take the way back barefoot
through the park, soil,
grass– sun’s lips
tight on mine, we don’t
let go, toDay,
not for a minute–
.
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one dot
like this
you’d see
because
there it is
thats three
if pick
in these
its really
by now
six-some-
seven how
you do
that I
don’t know
ayaladn 