1462
5.1
1.i.24
two poems
there is so much of
us
2024
cicada grey
I slept the year in
else dreamt
fit for a mist
another spin
the old year worn to dust
in crowds
and knowing the rain as we do
and somewhere else a war
world’s melting
while I slept it in
with a fool’s cap on
full of hope
there are things I never took out of the box
in time become fluent
with without a resolution
spend my whole year there
nor is a sun to come up
there is no sun to show
river run
Schubert’s Hungarian melody
in B minor
here’s river run
and under bridges
banks where children play
leaves at last
bright to fall
the day is going down
the time of the tune s not ours
we are past the harvest here
have lived the picture though
soft steps become a lilt, a waltz
and then a dream’s laid down
come to a bliss
never hurried along
here’s the river run
