Thursday, March 20, 2014

They’re Gone (with this soft light)








only to get coordinated in my mind,
the ample substance of facts presents
the itself to itself,
                              as warm gets
warmer, the fragile pain is still

a pain

“The worm crawls
            the vertical skin still.”

Sitting at the table,
and thinking the
literal:
            I offer an apple to the
teacher, by way of getting
along and not having to visit

a doctor

sometime

                   a bit time later.