The Beauty of
Books on a Shelf
pinetrees
at the edge of the forest
ready
to be felled
pickets
in a fence
always
white
dandelions in the grass
in
a seaside town
in
salty Maine
creases
in a thick curtain
in
the projection room (industrial marketing shorts)
the
bored room
junior
& senior yes women & men yesyesyes
coats
on a rack
in
the room in the back
where
I am sent
for
snickering
during
story-time
in
Miss Soite's fifth grade
and
in the scoutmaster's mind
boy
scouts ideally rigid
baseball
bats leaning on a cyclone fence
then
tall glasses on the bar
bottles
in a supermarket with cartoon labels
in
alphabetical order
one
by one.
The Chill of
the Sierra
is
not cold
the
sun's out
the
night was damp
and
the night was cold
the
frost is cold
but
now there's only a chill
the
brisk air
the
smell of granite
floor
of duff
air
you'd want
to
share
in
advertising
I
can feel that fresh air
anywhere
everywhere
any
and everywhere
Curse
Immortality
There’s
a sad sigh of relief at the end of every job
Like
summer
Like
a sealed vault at the end of a hallway
I’m
glad to move the train, leaving another station behind
I
only wish it would never end
This
curse of immortality.
A Life Saved
is a Life Earned
Everything
around us is dust
we’ve
only got each other
I
will never let you out of my sight
ever
again, all my days.
You
are mine or I yours
proper
and appropriate
went
down with the cathedral
on
the believers’ heads.
Never
to separate, claustrophobic
two
as one inside the other
I
will never break my promise
you
wear yellow rubber boots.
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