without a thought i step out of this ism
September 2017
all Greek to spring the scapegoat's song
blossoms all sprung out
her myrrh
embalms in words
a moment
death in spring —
clouds clot horizons
closing in
requiem mass
no objectivism
in this grief
spring days
stretching out
the light
remote valley
pylons empowered
stride the hills
here today
and gone tomorrow
this hiatus
here now
the absence i personalised
yesterday
narcissus . . .
the truth that lies
in her eyes
spring greeting —
my echo awaits
my response
on solid ground
my eyes circumnavigate
abstractions
obverse mind
a dusting of light
on the matter
season word
I transplant my heart
into foreign soil
late afternoon
my shadow falls deeper
into debt
prayer in fits of ineffability
only when
it enters us
the cold
spring bulbs
and still the words
ache in us
