My darling Kit, they’ve caught you again
no worldly stage enlarged enough
always this rank and compare
parse, parsimonious
praise too faint too late
you can’t escape
betraying
knife-edge
words
Having fun with this news item, my enduring fascination with Marlowe and (why not?) another nonet.
time now to stop apologizing
for having time to dance and play
at beauty-making (the gift
to be simple, the gift
to be free) to plan
plant and watch grow
my harvest
is free
(time)
It is precisely this time, more/less
the pit opens, not underfoot
but close enough to catch you
with tricks of sunlight/shade
fallen leaves, sharp red
beauty, failing—
you can’t help
but glance
in
while we wonder if God sees, agree
it is not about our comfort
(in blaming we find comfort
flame about injustice
and how to fix what
philosophies
oh! Other)
sparrows
fall
shine once more, you try out-tunneling
from this snow-freight expectation
armed for the quest: only one
small candle stub (you dreamed
up and keep dreaming
all uphill work
cold pretense)
and no
match
Graceful Press Poetry 