1/04/2010

Notes No. 4

The sun has been diffused
with the muslin transparence
of the low lying clouds

into this preferable glow
of the unaccountable,
that is its own simplicity.

Not short as a life but as
existence that is hard wired
with nonpersistent clarity,

as being like when seated
in a chair at a wooden table
with the dark birds at hand.

What recognizes opportunity,
to add to what may arrive
with the subtract of a past

placed into a ravel garment,
fed from an emptying pail
laid down to walk up again.

That, more or less, is
the scene, the continuance
alight within irresolution.

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