What are gutted complexities
compared to you and me?
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Nightfall: acceptance
What eludes her other means
she gets by patience
Actual mail and land lines
I know. But still
when I called I could see you there.
Our voices traveled intact,
they weren’t disintegrated
and reconstructed by Scotty
at the bridge. Mine came to you
through a walkable wire —
I could follow it from my house
to yours — and yours didn’t move —
and I could see you there
in the angle of light in the hall.
I had all that that was solid. At least
that much of the picture was clear.
The closest thing to a horse in wartime
You sit high
It’s warm like a horse
It has a saddle
Long slow fall
The boy in the window
where the sun is shining
does not see me.
Nor does he hear
the leaf blower. (I’d like
not to, too, even if
it’s electric.)
There’s skittering and
a bird I don’t know
and more in the time
that this happened.
In that long slow fall
you could almost —
you almost thought the cold
would never come.
A minor network of bridges
Flares us inside.
I’d be tempted
to walk them
were they not so narrow.
Shades of red and yellow
Shades of green
Shades of shades
A single shade bent
The eye behind it
I hate Halloween
What kills love?
There’s word of a pollen borne
by migrating birds — of a wing-
and wind-driven affliction.
One cedes possibilities of nitrates —
what are they again?
marching to strangle key arteries.
I’ve tried fans, I’ve tried blood-
thinners. But dogs will die
and rabbits will fly
ere I figure this out.
Well I got free didn’t I
And drove there and then –
Won ton soup
I read a piece once
about Chinatown waiters –
about the hours they worked
and the money they made,
and how they sent it all home.
Someday I’ll watch
the traffic go by.
I’ll pour the soup
and won’t spill a drop.
