210.
So pleasure it is, pleasure and
praise
the rain has stopped the colors last
don’t look back it’s only a flower
gaining on you
only a womb anxious to reclaim me
the last night on the island I saw exact
in dark my mother’s face
let me learn to say this countenance
expressionless veridical completely
there
have I lived up to anything she
proposed
we don’t know what we ask of one
another
what we give we hope is what was
wanted
such gifts are absolute no giver no
receiver
have I ever given you anything at all?
211.
Solitude, light rain, kindness kiss the
sweat off his back
let him go the world’s big enough
to be big enough for the smallest
words
argent, a tower gules and then he
said
from this window she can see anyone
who comes and goes
but everyone is upside-down
man coughing in the morning breeze
how does she keep all that she sees
from floating away
to build a thing and then believe in
it
a tower or a testament
Dostoyevsky railed against mere chemistry
the bonds that love us into one
another’s lives.
