Wednesday, July 8, 2015

from CALLS

You can tell he’s near the end
he’s starting to make sense
abbreviate the obvious!

The leaf covers itself with gold
I call it dawn rain birds in a bush
things that mean little last forever

lost on the railroad like Bruckner’s hat
found on the shore like a baby seal
I can show you pictures of the world,

priest carrying the sacrament to a dying man.