If I Could Tell You….

If I could tell you I would let you know and the pear trees, home to wasps in October, they would tell you; a cormorant skull here on my desk, surely it would tell you–natural facts will recite poems, I swear its so. If I could tell you I would let you know; I’d stay up all night, not singing but whispering just a bit–talking to time under stars; if I could tell you; I have walked in circles this life; I think I remember the moment of my birth; I’m not afraid to die.

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The Romantics still interest me. Not their big ideas but the small. Shelley’s love; Byron swimming and chanting about freedom. We say they were obsessed with themselves but I’m not so sure.

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Up river and down. Lonesome wherever I sail. Last night I dreamt of my father who told me to play more guitar. I haven’t been playing these past few years. I used to be proficient.

Thanks dad. I will.

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If I could tell you. If I could. I do like the way horses talk.

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I went gathering grapes once, while visiting Crete. I now you’re supposed to say “picking” but there was a lot of singing going on. That’s one of the things singing does.

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It is OK on balance to be lonely. Just do it the right way.

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