#1887 - a sky of dressed stone

 

1887

6.60

1.iii.25

a sky of dressed stone

 

and moonless

 

one day added to the list

 

all rise

now in session

 

leaf twirl

bright about

 

landings and takings off

 

in which woods

someone wants to bite me

 

who wouldn’t?

 

then are words of a grief remembered

 

continuing on just as

 

somebody’s heavens these are

(as at the top of the page)

 

bearing the weight of all this air

 

tiny tiny tiny

and nowhere

run on a spinning ball

 

smell of an oily rag