Does some taste
of ash remain
after the immolation
of untoward desire?
Does some taste
of ash remain
after the immolation
of untoward desire?
confessed that he’d gone connubious.
He laughed at his fate
till he realized too late:
he was married to Mt. Vesuvius!
The touch that loosed the shackle
was like that of a girl.
You don’t think she’s interested
until her fingertips
graze your arm.
Then you feel it
through your whole body.
I followed, of course,
right out that door.
But then she was gone.
He lifts the smudge
that clips our view
of heaven bright and blue.
Today is not the fated day
when the rest of it is known.
extra loving
and help to get it right.
Maybe I don’t have her hat.
But I could get one.
See all the many places
all the people are.