#1823 - sometimes a word forgets me

 

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sometimes a word forgets me

for wise surprise

 

I grieve

it’s less than the thing

 

take the rain

swerve slight to see

 

catch them and often out

 

my name becoming unfamiliar

 

I have let it away with the rest

 

then there is my escape from them

 

touches the leaf, the thunder for far

 

words gone without, like weather

 

each one shone with

 

away in a book where we are

 

fine foreboding

 

or in a kind of dayblaze

sometime self a vast expanse

delight the smell at times

 

the giving out heart, just so

 

it’s my responsibility

I keep at a thing till I’m gone