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Bathtime
I don’t know what I’ll remember
about you when you were two
but I hope it’s the way your hand
curls up like it’s holding moonlight
on the surface of the water
while your other hand is carefully
pouring bathwater from a red cup
with holes on the bottom which captures
your beautiful attention and holds it
like moonlight on the surface of the waves.
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A dictionary of silences
would be all space and diacritic,
but how ever-useful, however heavy.
In the distance between friends
a silence can stretch like a soapskin,
defining a least geometry, the least that must be said.
Positive and negative zero share a
gene with silence, a cousin, whose
signed magnitude is Gemini in January sky.
Lunar Calendar
how sad for the moon
who turns her face ever toward us
but because of our own vicissitudes
whose shadows we cast upon her
we speak of her only in terms of phases.
Oh waxing, waning, new, full moon,
Oh constant admirer,
Oh pathetic satelite, envy the comets,
Envy the stars.
uncle
unadulterated undulate at red
unvarnished vanish under
unedited tied nude
unrestrained starred ennui
uncharacteristic anarchistic truce
Awake in the night’s pocket
awake in the night’s pocket,
the night’s pocket watch,
chained to the night’s belt with silver,
closed like a clam on the thigh of the night,
buffed and burnished by the night’s course stride,
the night’s subtle jewelry both worn and worn,
the night’s comfortable burden,
awake in the night’s pocket,
awake in the night’s pocket,
awake in the night’s pocket.
True love
What each was in love with was the other’s aspirations,
And each loved the other from the heart of the better self.
Charon
All the things I’ve never said
are alike in their mute potential
and nothing else, a quiet and
motley congregation, waiting
at the shore for my tongue
to show up to row them
across the river.
Memory of Crab Cove
grass shaking in sunlight
crumbled over the water
the wind off the bay
is cold cotton in my ears
the kites and the seagulls
the crabs and the clams
a plane is a spider slowly squirting its silk
between two stalks of grass that are palm trees
in the distance; in the distance,
the city of hazy blue buildings
Echo, on Narcissus
Where beauty lied with a dying voice
His silver tongue licked lustrous green
By the river and the daffodil
Full of himself and lycorine.
His silver tongue licked lustrous green
Lines along my woodland thighs,
Full of him and lycorine,
I lied awake and fantasized.
Lines along my woodland thighs
Once reflected his lossless gaze
I lied, awake, and fantasized
Of him, enraptured him.
Once reflected, his lossless gaze
(By the river and the daffodil)
Of him enraptured him
Where beauty lied with a dying voice.
