283.
But what if it’s all wrong
every few minutes a boy comes by and
takes an apple
you
never know when he’s coming
you’ll never know how many apples you
have
it turns out the sea really is made
of ink
and we are the scripture that it
wrote
are you ready for me yet to read and
leap
the bull calf sprinkled with wine and
daisies
offered living to the Place he stands
in
grazes and lifts to gore the
trembling light
live forever is what he says it says
a sutra that has soared up then
fallen from our whys.
284.
Get your work done before the sun
comes up
how the day curls up at your feet
time changes and you stay the same
for once your skin fits you
suddenly there are flowers in the
rose of Sharon
you start remembering all manner of
pink things
the day wakes up again and bites your
ankle
memory is the thief of time
rub your lantern bright and go down
the cave
lick the pretty pictures off the wall
that’s what eyes are for you think
those bottomless wells where the
light gets lost.
