Dazzled and dazed at last,
he may not yet be done but
dandelion's in trouble.Hot sun effulges,
over devastation of wind and rain;and big rain-beads on the lounger skeleton
are a line of blinding crystal lenses.Last night I lay in sad communication -
delusion pursuant to third party news
that finally you see your way to pay
just some of what you owe to my account.My poems are leaping from collections:
you seem to feature every-bloody-where,
scheduled to appear in midwife uniform
to straddle me this point in chapter five.A spider-haunted Janus I become,
one face back to you
the other burning in this Indian sun.Oh, drape me deep in dazzle-dazes.
A long clear falling pee-ow cry. It is! It is
a buzzard circling, fringe-winged, overhead.What silence that shrill utterance falls upon:
how all the twitters and the tweets shut up;
and for that moment I forget
my plot and thread.
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Gifts and Shards Vol 2
PoetryThis is the second and final volume of 'Gifts and Shards'. This takes us from the second month to now well over three years later, though there were many C poems in the collections tracking the seasons. There are no similar stories!