1787
5.325
21.xi.24
when
I was animal alive
much bitten
shade cast
hot, cold, grown over
all you others too
here was our sudden time of year
we were slow to the moment
laughing it past
yet to arrive
others told up light
fine webs
a fuss of petal fallen
so many ways of a thing awry
feet on the ground
nose led
had run of the place
tail to chase
where was the music from then?
none of this
who we ought to be
had the eye
blood telling round
you could hear it then
was always glory coming
some would say the day
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: only a member of this blog may post a comment.