#1777 - ex officio

 

1777

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11.xi.24

ex officio

draft for ghost writing

a float around five acres

 

this is the song of where we are

even after we’re gone

 

 

hatless

 

you can say I care for the good it will do

 

set off for shade (would you think?)

and just as if there were seasons

 

a certain patch

say my intensity

 

a walk, they’ll call it

down in the dell

as if there were words from here to there

 

who’ll meet me first turn

where the bridge

 

and now you take the sun as it comes

 

let’s say I am untreading the ways

a wallaby for thump

 

and come into the clearing

it’s always treerise there

 

come along

 

a creak to make mechanical

 

you wouldn’t know the breeze

if there weren’t the tops to catch

 

through grasses various

the dry moss chipped

not by my hoof though

 

the same old hill

and never tire

 

wild vines of once whim

orchard ancient now

 

up around the ears

where still hear the birds

 

and come upon one pond

someone takes a dive

 

we all of us come from some sun

these least things surpassing time

 

now it’s the book carries me around

 

you can read all about it here

 

I’m just as much among it now

as when I was alive