“I took a nap and wept for no reason”
~ Jim Harrison  from Songs of Unreason 

 

Should I get older

I recognize me,  more blind,

Crinking my neck back, there, as

I look up at the cliff terrace

And at a windowed hideaway behind,

It’s not so unapproachably high,

Fixed over our Pacific, finally,

That we thought might couldn’t be.

Hard rain, hell, wept down  a wet

That mixes well w/regret, on my shirt

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One can look past all our four shoulders

From inside the glass wall,

(We sat back in our Adirondacks)

And maybe just make out

What we’re watching and talking about.

A man closely following his own footsteps

The long stretch of the shore,

But looked up at the both of us,

Hand in hand, and how then the heavens poured.

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Lapseless Pact

April 9, 2013

When we get a might old  & quite daft/

We better wear sweaters as we waffle whether there’s a cold air night draft/

When we don’t remember/ all the holidays in september/

When we won’t remember/ When the hearth needs more timber/

We’d do windows wide open mornings/ & doors too  snow storming/

Fruit  left last long past their sweet-point/

Just short of when  vermin/ just cavort into the joint/

We’ll start to tell our dreams, last night/

It’s a cinch/ we’ll end on that rain-drenched island, right?/

We’ll toss & turn on real green moss/

& you can barely feel  we’re wearing wet white/

On a hunch/ Our punchlines/ Without fail/ Will get filled in/

On a promise/ Our premises  will trail off  & off & off again/

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We’ll lose the car keys of sensibility/

We’ll lose some  to the dark scenes of seniority

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Together

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We  will  never  forget  to  never  let  go

 

 

 

 

Wedding Dance

May 13, 2009

Wedding Dance


W E D D I N G D A N C E
(For Connor & Yunet)

In a clutch
So strong
It wouldn’t be wrong
In a gypsy love song.

In a new whirl,
Matching steps on
To a new turn,
Outwards, yet no words will
Work, to fill
Between
One.