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.
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Bride’s dress, goat’s wool, side by side in attic.
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Here we walk now
My dead brother with me—
He’s the one (sensibly) wearing
White rubber boots.
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Pawnshop in Athens
Not for from Syntagma Sq.
Saw I’d remain half crazy
For one more day…
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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
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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….
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Mahler’s Fifth.
Never got over it.
Seven years old.
Gramophone. Winter.
