24.vi.22
900
3.174
in a guitar
time to come
and other instruments before
muezzin, Alhambra
shook out for dust
a flourish, inscription
these notes
as never before
where must live lightly
carry less
because the freight to jump
here, hand me up
lost days
loves found
strung to my back
dings here there
discoveries
kind of a public veranda
so many voices lost in the hole
I carry that conch to all ears
it was where a ballad you see
sweat from brow various
little illustrations of sunshine
of course I mean a certain kind
clouds come forth
so many swim
there have been drownings
and up the board to octave
harmonics angle light
a world grew from this
wept as well
for many now are gone
it was one for that firing squad
where we stood for the anthem last
all sing
and now to a tune
guessed steadfast
sleep as a forest does
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