From a Notebook, Again…

 

Autumn, or, Rain and a Lingering Soft Light of Sleep

 

I brew coffee while steam pipes talk

And my smallness in the scheme of things

Circles cat-like, though I have no cat.

**

Bride’s dress, goat’s wool, side by side in attic.

**

Here we walk now

My dead brother with me—

He’s the one (sensibly) wearing

White rubber boots.

**

Pawnshop in Athens

Not for from Syntagma Sq.

Saw I’d remain half crazy

For one more day…

**

The trick:

There are lots of blind people my age

Who don’t much like themselves

Zig-zag lines of darkness

Make you (on the inside) drift like a leaf

**

Just a bone in a larger collection of bones,

What I am…call it the body if you like,

I know better. Soon now,

Rocks will roll straight through….

**

Mahler’s Fifth.

Never got over it.

Seven years old.

Gramophone. Winter.

 

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