beatitude
as flexible as the human voice can be
“thank you” is the richest melody
as flexible as the human voice can be
“thank you” is the richest melody
well i wonder where you are tonight
and i listen hard to see
from where i lay, so high atop
the roots of this old tree
i send you kisses sweet, my dear
like vinegar and lye
and if you ever find me here,
susanna, don’t you cry
cool, heavy spring mist
penetrates earth, leaves, bones, mind
no visible path
more instruments in
one house than hands to play them:
lonesome museum
poems put off ’til night
often turn a cold shoulder,
shun all advances