constructions – chapter 1(a)
poem new year
winter appear palely, there is suggestion of
of feathery powders
winds roughs the trees strips the virtual air ..
the bend of the creek cradles blocks of ice
what lies before us are the trails thru
the shifting brambles, the graceful bones of grass,
the crags in the symbolic hills & the narrows of
bridges & ladders under a skyward lazy eye
the measures of this day are obscured by long thin sweeps
of clouds, great extensions
these are agents of a reborn year
heading for earth
to get across town in twenty minutes is to move on against the grain of the traffic(s) .. it is the last day remaining of february, there are crystals in the roads .. when i do appear, i have a key to her house, releasing the door .. we warmly will meet .. she does have the quality of a thinking animal .. i am too that paradoxic .. we together will make harmonic plans .. later defiant not skeptical, on a crisp road to the reservoir, we shall be walking up on the horizon ..
what is your child made of(?)
.. is it from such a radiance
the sum of your smiles as
when the two you smile(?)
the sun will go a long way to you
it will slide down the sides
of the sky for you and
across a plan of the earth to you
into your narrow room ..
the sun, itself a soul,
reveals that soul to the visionary
(to the) 1970 graduate
i know your fear ..
not in this ceremony
but in the times that will follow
all i can give is my faith &
my hands soft leather
to applaud you
i know you do not believe
in the power of your choices
yet you have well created me
so here is my life, use it
draw upon it for asset
for the times that will follow
city black out
its neon city face has retreated
and from that energetic face
its metallic communications
have ceased for now ..
the city is reduced to charcoals
while we huddle in the caves of our homes
around a scant flare of some sort of fire
and we wonder on & about ourselves
could it not be other than splashing smiles
and cymbals for now the thirtieth time(?)
we can not tell about how you will feel or
we know not upon what this might mean
but these are mysteries worth exploring
on this the annual visit, a marker in the story
of your journey thru the calendar of existence
scale, character & significance are imposed ..
this particular place the avenue escapes north to infinity
so we cannot know the ancient ethers it leaps beyond to
but to the south
here is an end
at a new station
red red & yellow ..
a most concrete
post modern end
i have recollected her name
the impression she makes ..
what animates her
and her way of being
even i know now ..
she is present somewhere
in a field of timelessness
intoxicating on a moment
.. still she comes to mind
as once she was years ago
in the sierras near truckee
when she was flaxen & new
and again peering the firs,
cirrus cirri & savage flowers
in ever the cold summery
linda is in a state of kansas but she used to be here ..
somewhere in a vault is a moment that is constructed of her ..
tall as trees & as spare, all arms legs with boyish face
her face is much complex
as consequence of emotional surety
it is the summer of her years
the spring season is spent
observe her brow was pale now but it has intricated and
her voice has enriched with the refinement of her thoughts
.. this all while she deepens within to her life
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