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two poems
understanding eternity
things that were with
us forever
in memory now only
with whom we go
mother and father and
others before
the song in the heart
the scheme in the head
the old border
with its map
and the speeches
the stirring soul
tricks
all green the garden
with us
drought then flood then
fire
gods of each little
thing
a poignant cliché of
the clock run dry
the watch ticks past
the bony wrist
sky you’d think in
stars, but no
one day and how can we
call it so
how will they all be
gone?
in nature
panpsychist excursion
and that’s what they’re
calling it
where the path’s grown
in
though all remain
nameless
flowering!
is that not speech?
and just to vine
so make a map
look up in trees
or pondside
listen!
everyone is trying to
speak
‘choirs of a reputation
for light’
who’ll say such a
thing?
there’s what the
thunder tells
there’s the lightning
written over our heads
captions trill lilt on
the breeze
screeds in the
underbark
every day no hours
appoint
but here are the
messages come
tone stuck by cloud, by
sun
the plot and squabble
conversation wings bear
here in the least drift
leaf
have you heard the
grass sing?
stars flicker in their
dot dash morse
of a night
fireflies go out
and here indoors
stick pigment dipped
or working up a new sky
where window would have
is what we fashion
mindful?
is what we say as eloquent
as
this first dragonfly
squadron
of spring
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