Monday, October 8, 2012

cover (crestfallen)

cover (crestfallen)

saying,Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face,and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands.
e.ecummings, “it may not always be so;and i say”


someone sang your song today

every word was perfect
her voice warm true and beautiful

but in the end of course
she was not you


you came to me in dreams
(the only thing i have of you now)

two nights in a row and then a third on the fourth night

dreams are like spontaneous fireworks
unconscious holiday celebrations

warm and sweet like coconut in a pastry
or the gradual suddenness of this inevitable

i cannot utter face or allow to slip away


[i am making things up
stitched from thin air memory and dreams]

i draw a line of ants and a dragonfly for tattoos
across the top of one foot and above an ankle

your hair is dyed red or i suppose i should say auburn
like the thing i feel inside that sounds like wish you were here


some things are not temporary

(a) embarrassment
(b) loneliness
(c) failure
(d) loss

(e) uttering into an open well: i am not the one

(f) the bells you wear on your ankles
no one except me can hear

(g) the eternal recollection
built carefully like a garden

to be viewed from a satellite
or by a civilization 10,000 years from now

[either way there will be no doubt
about this temple and loving ceremony]


caves used as tombs
require huge boulders
and the power to move them

deserted wells behind abandoned houses
lie in wait unless we take the time and care
to cover the holes we have left behind


it is fall
i am crestfallen

a heart grown heavy
bends the back

under the swell
of ever-pining

blanketed beneath
memories of song birds


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