Tuesday, April 15, 2008

April Ides

this is yesterday's poem.... I didn't get it posted last night...


April Ides


Bright blue cold and men out working on the lines
in such weather, twenty degree April morning!
The lines strung through the forest, invisible
forces, touch them and connect. They sing
to us: This is the day

that the Lord has made. I am the Lord,
though sometimes you don't think so.
I think a poem should have trees in it
most of the time. I write my poems in a trance
because there's too much to think about.

Light in a window before dawn, and then dawn...

The mind wants to constantly explain these things,
discriminating. Touch the wires and your thoughts
leap out of your body, trembling like sun's light,
like music.

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