#891 - music from nowhere too

 

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music from nowhere too

 

think of the words before

must still be

 

will I learn such language?

 

of all the things still

there were signs

 

in branches and pond deeps

no one will see

 

in all the years of a house yet here

 

there is adjustment

as if of eyes

light dark

shades

 

call this is a curtain call

 

shoes pile of the gone – that’s me

no longer required

 

you think, coming round again

but shincterless, for lack of a theory

 

seasons of place lost count

 

have I told the tanks?

some rusted

just a line of drip

some by the way moved

 

top tank we say

once was a header

now takes the shed

 

there are the big two behind

the hut tank

and the tank on the dairy

used to have what they call a well

double brick

and once thought of a bladder

but once the fig’s

would come again

and sometimes from miles away

 

there are all these other roads

you don’t see

 

music from nowhere too

 

some jumble

 

all parts of the day named

and named again

 

here’s frost

more often, dew

 

accounting for a puddle

leaf to hold last rain

 

a heraldry of foliage

 

unsteady times

the frame shakes

the whole world turns

who sees?

 

years of light to the next star

 

it’s in time to be we’re gone

 

here today for the draping

and where the skin was shed

 

is there any ‘I’ at all

but left these traces here?