Verdigris
The moon
she bleeds a kind of light
white, soulful
and striking.
We sit, absorb
the rough beech bench
through genetic cloth
torn - we imbue
the Lesson
she taught us
in myriad approaches
cool in your sense to dine
make love in your baked beans
serialize your fortune's hour
take a sweet caress
and hold it next your eye
make two songs
out of one language
hear boldly the expression of doubt -
where none of us have gone before,
go hither -
it's a fanciful play we shift.
(4/6/82)
Evolution and afterwards
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