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Expectations

EXPECTATIONS

Two children were each given an acorn to plant.

The first was interested, pleased, impressed, deeply moved as it gradually grew into an oak tree, a transformation she could never have anticipated, scarcely have believed possible.

The other was bitterly disappointed.

She had wanted a beech tree.

Unyearning

UNYEARNING

Seeing, listening
The rest is superfluous
Seeing, listening
Imaginary judges
Responsible for them all

Being Cool (A Four By Six)

BEING COOL

Ah, things we’d rather be
No, don’t let us go there
We’ve been here long enough
To know where longing leads

Ultimate Thievery

ULTIMATE THIEVERY

Whenever I find myself
Lost in my losing of you
It is not of course you
That I am losing, oh no
But truth to tell myself

Ragged (Reposted)

RAGGED
……………………………………………………………………………………………Pour Alain Fournier

Leaning close to a tape recorder speaker
To search old pop songs for her memories – are they hollow men?
(You can detect the echo between record player and microphone
Across the big room near Birmingham where they were recorded)

As a saint you have tried to detach yourself
You have told every little secret to many people
To destroy the purity you have repeated your stupid story
Till it runs like a gutter with nameless old remains of words

Broken in half the fragile beauty of spring
And sucked at the bones – walked a hundred times by the same river
Leaning over sad parapets to search again for the flecks of dreams
Which unlike your memories, failed saint, you could never destroy

As you still feel the need to defend yourself
Against the chink of coins made by other people’s memories
Tired of generosity and jealous somehow of their secret sighs
You swear that you were wrong and will be a miser now with them

Are you ready then to find the hidden path
Which leads to a domain ringed by trees that in your youth you sought?
Failing by yourself (nothing is left when all has been destroyed) can you
Ask another, bohemian herself, to complete the map?

You stare at her as she stares at someone else
You have nothing to say, but if she ever slept beside you
Next day, as militants searched for solidarity and saints for God
Perhaps you could search through your blankets for long strands of her hair

Your True Love

YOUR TRUE LOVE

Just a diversion
An image you created
And then trapped them in
Until they were forgotten
Then their passing, and then yours

Misnomer II

MISNOMER II

The yearning for love
Jealousy, disappointment
That’s just selfishness

Gale Force

GALE FORCE

Beware the winds, love
That blow away certitude
Or identity

May Revolution (¡barco a la vista!)

MAY REVOLUTION (¡barco a la vista!)

Oh such a permissive month May
Fresh blossom novelties bursting forth
Every which way and where and willy-nilly
Without any “May I”s, or “By-your-leave”s
No, no so bothersome “Riddle-me-why”s

“Just Say No” gone so out of vogue now
Tie-dyed t(r)ees are springing back to life
In a collective shouting of “Just Say Yes”
Or else, more coyly “Just Say Maybe”
“Oh may I, may I, may I please?”

Even White Folks Get The Blues

I see women here, yes, but no black folk yet.
One day before I pass over? Il faut espérer.