Tuesday, March 13, 2018
Friday, February 9, 2018
at 1:16 PM
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I am tall or small
and falling, change like leaves to gold.
Arriving at the Hatter’s Tea
I smile, and chat, and quite agree
no one has ever seen me old,
and yet I’ve grown.
And you are there at chess with me
although I never learned the game.
We bow and change from square to square,
trying to see beyond the board.
Nothing’s the same.
Then I am on the path alone.
The Cheshire smile is fading fast;
the rabbit’s clock is running slow.
I don’t know where I need to go.
Still I watch the plot unfold,
just because I’m never told
what’s happening next.
|(not my photo)|
The Bay - 1954
We swam in the bay
on one of the nights of the phosphorescence
stirring the cold fire around us
shaking the essence of prophets
in finger lightening
at the sky
And everywhere the frightened fish
appealed to comets
in the sign language of falling stars
Reentering the world
on finless feet we stood a while
in clammy underwear
watching the night taking shape
falling into place
And suddenly we all got dressed
because the hungry light of human skin
cannot succumb to sorcery