To trains and
getting out
of trains,
hasty nods
of recognition – Oh,
so much left to do!
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Sorting it out
They said the event had twenty-eight causes and that you could follow a thread back to each one. Each had its own color and they got all tangled up, because causes move. They get agitated. They don’t like taking the blame. They have their own causes to blame.
Could you now
Do the best thing you’ve ever done?
Morning bus ride
I’ve noticed that if you
look for the beauty
love trickles in
to fill all the space –
and happily no one drowns!
I saw God in a hurry at Utrecht Central Station
Hey, I said,
wait!
She said ahead of time it might go like that, and it did
We drank coffee and visited the grave.
What could have been said, wasn’t said.
A blur of grass and kindness kills the real.
Why must now
All these images I land on
move?
As if we weren’t unstable enough already!
Oops!
Rounding bends of a mind
I’d thought mine I find
You who’ve thought up me
Oh, the division!
Return to your loom, Lord,
to weave us all together
This day a school
Of speculation lit
chiefly by stars
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