1
The green passage
you stoop down
and undulate
the rushes wave
and part for you
faint music
emanates
it's always been there
2
Center plum
black agents
of dawn
We think too much
The drum beats
all by itself
under sporadic hands
cadenced for two
the human way
Forborne / forlorn
eeeeks emerge
along the space
between the ears
it feels good to say that
3
Ummm is a specific
word to use
for conveying
reassurance
4
In my sneakers
under the socks
is a certain memory
when I was young
and thought myself old
I used to push
just one more mile
to please the color red
5
White wine is a
crisp occasion
if jazz
if poetry
(not this poetry
especially but any kind
where you can stand on the
stair step and
look down into dark
fecundity in all its
senses)
if art.
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I'm very fond of "under my socks." Never quite looked at my tootsies that way. Most excellent.
Thanks, Pep. There was some very odd music playing when I wrote most of that.
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