Garden
I
You are clear . . .
I
You are clear . . .
I’ll do what I must if I’m bold in real time.
A refugee, I’ll be paroled in real time.
. . .
To pull the metal splinter from my palm
my father recited a story in a low voice.
I watched his lovely face and not the blade. . . .
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls; . . .
Give all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days, . . .
The song
sparrow puts all his
saying . . .
Her e-mail inbox always overflows.
Her outbox doesn’t get much use at all.
She puts on hold the umpteen-billionth call . . .
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil . . .
The Goddess who created this passing world
Said Let there be lightbulbs & liquefaction
Life spilled out onto the street, colors whirled . . .
Fetch? Balls and sticks capture my attention
seconds at a time. Catch? I don’t think so.
Bunny, tumbling leaf, a squirrel who’s—oh . . .