19.
Of course it went the other way,
Chartres,
a carriage down Warren Street, rich
people everywhere
and in a chophouse decent grub — he
said
but that was Thames where Andrewes
walked along
thinking out loud, how beautiful the
churches are
despite what they say, the genetic
imperfections of belief,
rosemary flowers for the Queen of
Hungary
sad liquid gold pours from the carnal
machinery
they never understand the ecstasy of
rain
the purest gift is from the
unimagined
Montaigne explained his dislike of
the continuous
walk down the street with me holding
the mean-eyed cat.
20.
Leave that rainbow gouged into the
sky
let the clouds come down and talk
like Christian men
have your nephelometer ready your
cheesecloth your checkbook
earwax to polish close-grained briar
blond pilasters at the gate of ivory
between armoire and fish tank why the
long hall
but other mother came out of the hill again
reaching towards the moon she turned
the trains off
businessmen wandered through the
prairie
we passed a wolf on our sidewalk
creature of gold-eyed dignity
but she was sleeping with the mirror’s
mother.
