Draw two columns
one for the day’s gains
and one for its losses.
The serious concepts
your bright thoughts and readings
your from one side to the other
unsparing passages
mark on the column of the gains.
He had no time – how could he listen? Fighting for his bread
he didn’t see that the wheat ear grew tickling the sun’s ear
he didn’t see the blond mustache of summer
he didn’t see that he also grew.
Time will come when things will change
remember this, Maria
do you remember that game during the intermission
when we run holding the baton
—don’t look at me — don’t cry. You are the hope
listen, time will come
when children will select their parents
they won’t be born at random
Now the secret hour of our voice
empties the skies and
the morning bread
into our hands
now we forget the crosses
and the serene courtyard
and the decree
of the Delphic Cybil
The merciful Hestia built my dwelling
echo of a gallop
sang in faraway lands
sound of a comma
I heard
the exclamation
of a woman’s nipple
an exhausted tree stopped
its rustle and I existed
in vague limbo
The years I risked
under the spell of the moon
for that lone kiss
March daffodils
autumn chrysanthemums
why have you bloomed?
She opened her window.
Powerful feminine
exhilarating gesture
that shook me
memory rekindled
paradisiacal kisses and
I dreamed of capturing
the echo of a raindrop
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