Saturday, December 5, 2015


This the place
he sang about--

could only describe its shimmering windows
reflecting a fire the sky held onto

difficult poetry and its poets
inside gathering evidence
then tearing it into tiny pieces
only he could read
with little difficulty.

What was the point?
The point was in the telling
and how he became difficult
kept trying to get away
to that place every time
the place disappearing
after awhile its birds its wildlife

strange and moody its language
oozing so much sweet meaning.

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