AS DANCE IS melange is not to say I follow lengthwise what you modify (distinct from mollify) the embers are a part of this detention, how mature am I becoming, rainwear chastens as we draw supple conclusions with humidity, my teacher is a bookmark, my level of recall ensnares supposed-to-be-forgotten weights and measures, sacrifice, untimely take-home prana in foresaken templates __________ would this qualify to be a Tuesday others very much at home tranquil themselves a steadiness impinges on the threadbare applications of a moth, forebears raffle off our legacy I thought I was in love the body trades on limberwear, the host plant traces impulse richly and for starters every lamp available became the province of a household over which we had no say, were migratory first __________ all it takes to shore up replicatable finesse is one trimester's worth of savvy to be told and taught a momentary willingness in retrospect elicits sorrow I overdose on empathy the bones of birds a man whom I especially respect the opposite of carefree, semblances elicit meditation on recurrence, in effect the same core mention happily repeated and reset for recollection __________ enhance, as dance is (does) even the rafters where all (wherewithal) the conversation chances focus, natural uplift or tiger lily (not in the desert) instead "those lovely little pinks that keep replenishing" for baskets, minefields far from here in mind hearing the birds and watching in between identification dragonfly, although the water is from sprinklers and the creek (nothing to fear, no worries, all is here) __________ we sit together near enough the woodpecker and birds tip wings as they go by topics go by "there goes Joan . . . off for the day," these broad leaves should be grapes ("interdependent, my dearest"), what is it about log cabins and creatures offering "a virtual air show." fireflies and butterflies all these trinities (robins, also attracted to the mountain climes) spiders spinning webs we have already seen __________ glistening, so pretty "if you look closely you will see the spiders" (any day now) some things shine when left alone, you comment on the watering, the stream rinsing the stones, respectful people here with books myself with pen the way I wanted "so beautifully planned, and yet you never see anyone here fussing" a single hour exceeds the value of a calendar year, I see someone I know, this often multiples __________ everything, so carefully placed, the love that has gone into each small feature (woodpecker can be amazingly big, the night light's patina (you're so beautiful when you watch), which itself is scenery, the stones places "wonder where her hatred came from . . . maybe people just find it" "truly a soft breeze, isn't it?" this conversation, where to sit their family started this, an enhancement on what was already here, an intelligent preservation, love milks from itself new love __________ all afternoon I did not hear the traffic noise, and now a white truck needing to be bathed will have the rain, my eyelids and the mountain, and the grape leaves and the treated logs that keep out heat and cold, your yellow shirt, a bright antithesis, comes come we carry with us, lives with roots so recognizable, instantaneously glowing, often we go away a little while to be just here (amounts to anywhere) __________ someone banjos through humidity's danced shoulders in sequential green line dance this afternoon apart from instinct to form home I do not whittle, graze, or pray to ether, I just let this equal this and that become discovered serendipitously mask the referendum surely couched in conch so fingers learn to play the many tradeoffs scales, arpeggios, a random melody __________ to declare that I have built this, then to be able to move on from there, unchallenged . . . a bareboned replica of flight ceased midair resonates as simply as binoculars or feeder towns that fan the flame of customers make life go on legato for awhile not having lived here any length of time, tiring to know people even west of here, a conversation is in some sense an investment or expenditure, which form of halting is preferred, you work on probability, continually reaffirm its light in me Volume Three Index |
The East Village Poetry Web Sheila Murphy |