Friday, November 17, 2006

Desert Morning Glory   

Who will die at night
now writes
during ape
hour sometimes--

Dread disease
is strong you see
& I ask
your pardon
for taking

the small
black and white
image, folding
it into my wallet--

For all I know
It’ll keep me
safe in flight

I poor H.
was marred by you
for the 2nd
time, a soul-stitch
burning crowbar time

I decided to forget
the clear line,
the spread-
open look
I get when I fly

O of supple mind
did H. describe
the inside

of a tangerine
he knew--

Your being your
being is like

I cannot stumble
long enough
but your being
is like the trees
You seek to avoid
the violet hour.

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