#1462 - two poems

 

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