And I sit here there
is no moon tonight. The clouds
are not snow clouds. The air
is not freezing and the ground
stays moist. The roads tomorrow
will be good.
Perhaps for once
I will not be
bad tempered in the morning
feeling rushed on the way to class
How strange that routines which
I at any rate affect to despise
hold my
energy
in channel, focussed is what I mean,
or funnelled so and not indwelling only.
I
who used to say he hated habit
spend so much time now learning
how to break or change one
or two or three
and at the same time learn
to wear a
pseudo-monk’s which is appropriate
is it not
for a lay-person
IN COMO
When I lean back
wood shades my right
eye through the window
the leaves still the noise of
a drill from the town down
below that the sound of a man
as he clears out the pond
by the door a truck starts
goes away
Sun blurs my lash catches
cold fire the heat of my hand
like love goes through the plashy fen
vole’s questing feathered feet
to type what right
here I can never see
but feel
No damn time at all for anythink.
but a mild winter
for a change
and I anticipate the spring
The daffodils bloom in sunny spots,
yet are hardly visible as green
in the shade
Croci
are just about over the trees
begin not to bud
but to
burgeon into minuscule green leafs
where browns still predominate
much rain
some wind.
Sweet Talk
(in lieu of a valentine)
for Meredith
Sugar it says on the box
Corn sugar is this
Corn starch what little girls
are made of all these hearts
their money back
guarantee this box chock full
fat love bright candies taste
like cardboard with the name
Life Brand all sweetened
artificial flavours send
the same message
no matter what the words
Kiss Me says one Call home
or ILU there must be something
here for you and me
and as I search I wonder
something for everyone
mixed messages mixed matter
does Fax Home pink on blue
mean UR Mine
nestled beneath Go Home
comfort the lonely hearts
which say hard red on white
two words two lines Home
Sick for you and me share one
heart here says And