“Objects, words must be led across time not preserved against it.” (Jack Spicer)
_______
(for Gary Hart)
Some grass blown over your eyes,
I saw (soul-shriveled
as I am in a wet early Spring!)
an absent plot (was it just plot borders taking
you in?) and even the
slight form of a daughterless dad (or was it just how the neighboring
stone took you out ?) & a very wet sunken place ( Gary , not a tree around for shade
either!) With a little watchful sweeping, (alone
as I always am here),
I saw the step, smile and veiny brow
return,
and lying very shapeless under my feet
a few leaves yet
to brush from your eyes, old friend.
(2001)
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