#438 - glimmer things

 

11.iii.21

438

2.70

glimmer things

daybid

 

horizon shipping

a bicycle and gone

likewise chariot, horses

an iron rail, white sails

 

those whom we have known, will never

here’s the camera, flash tray, dust

leathers and meter for light

 

each story the circle

round we go

the telling, the teller

a glimmer and gone

 

objects still with us

because their paws

tender to touch

 

the fretted tune

its tides and strum

the half remembered rhyme

all words to daylight yet

 

rolling fog

breath in the window

bird where the tree was sat

 

what was written?

 

from sleep where we lived, come home

such traces

far seas of the book

 

a fig takes the house, ants too

but we remember this the good room

kitchen, dining

 

banquet a trumpety trill

fall walls

 

teeth of the great

surviving fire

 

whom we have fed unwitting

stone of its other ages

lost where the lyrics went

 

other worlds

in mind’s eye

piano though we cannot play

 

the measures taken

paradise that way

you in my arms again

garden under

 

lost to the hearth

like a story sat round

out of doors

 

a line till call my clamour

hold it

 

the song

and gone

to time