every single day
Suppose I said the word “springtime”
and I wrote the words “king salmon”
on a piece of paper . . .
Suppose I said the word “springtime”
and I wrote the words “king salmon”
on a piece of paper . . .
As a boy I bicycled the block
w/a brown mop top falling
into a tail bleached blond, . . .
By the stream, where the ground is soft
and gives, under the slightest pressure—even
the fly would leave its footprint here . . .
When love was a question, the message arrived
in the beak of a wire and plaster bird. The coloratura
was hardly to be believed. For flight, . . .
The lords of life, the lords of life,—
I saw them pass,
In their own guise,
. . .
I
Like Crusoe with the bootless gold we stand . . .