92.
all sea and no container everything
belongs to me
let the roof slide off the sky the
sleepers show
dare their dreams to stand up half-dressed
to walk outside like decent pagans
forget all the words nibble rosehips
and why not
education only gives you bigger hands
after all those meager teachers one real
thing taught!
look like you did last night golden
ocher
America sky so far away but let me
see
mind takes hold the shape of thing
but not the thing
excitement of all the pale-eyed
deceiving.
93.
Finches like apples so there
we can know nothing of his struggle E.D. on C.O.
to know the first time what can’t be
known
unanswerable question the fall of
light
from the top of the hill you see your
limitations
places you know and names hold you in
you are a hostage of the street you
live on
a seminaried priest of what you see
out the window
everything owns us
will there ever be enough of me to go
around
thousands of years people have heard
the breathing of the sea
it’s time to hear the word it
says.
