Monday, April 22, 2013


All right, winter kept us warm
with forgetful snow
but it’s clear now we can’t
forget anything, it’s clear
that forgetfulness is
the wild geese
we remember,
while we wave
and then merge
with this flowering,
memories of the first
sun of ours, where we
have never stopped dancing,
seeing, though
veil after veil,
skin and sky behind..
we can’t be quiet then,
we can’t keep silent
and no layer
is forgetful enough,
earth is our best
transpiring stuff,
our bright, spangled
hear our shuffle,
let our veils brush you
while we stare and soar.

1 comment:

Dave King said...

Just superb! I delight in every word of this. A masterpiece.