"The littlest motion"
The littlest motion
Though a needed one,
see me again,
going away to
bury my needs in a cloud—
as I can talk
I can say say
I say
Landscape Rhythms
A response to Georg Trakl's "Landscape" Second VersionThe sounds of silence are not even sounds, they are things
A fire inside is my own village, a knot in doing
You fell off the horse. You combed the rain for snow memories
And caught in the motion is the purple crayon of light
We see the footprints in the concrete and back off slowly
And the whole meaning of structure, of seasons is absent
A body of water can only have a face in writing
You have a face in the flame of water
Nothing will burn without you
12.28.05