FROM THE LAST FOUR THINGS
She was trying not
to use beautiful.
"People"
and "life" were problems too.
"Death,"
too. She was vague
about how she would live.
We did some dyeing on my birthday
and took apart some slacks
and skirts from Goodwill, for the wool.
We had the four ages of man, the oceans...
There was a likelihood of
hidden problems.
I wanted words, the look,
but everything they meant
seemed wrong.
It had been hard to get the numbers
of deaths. Perhaps you pass under a branch...
Often is a change
of direction...
We were on a mountain road.
There is above all this actual place...
Rain was falling and we went off the road.
We were falling but we didn’t hit.
This place has a glimpse...
And it seemed that we were held somehow.
Very beautiful showed the lie.
We began with blue. It had seemed
some kind of sky blue.
Dream a friend, made
of the same stuff as the dark.
No one saw anybody writing something down in
all that time.
Later, she could read and she could walk.
We don’t know what it means but we do know that the person disappears.
The bridge
attracts us with its brightness.
This map depicts the location.
The signal they get
is to build.
He offers the female items from his collection of blue objects.
His little girl sat down on my
lap, said: Are you our mommy now?
"Consciousness does not affect the body, but exists in a powerless,
neutral state."
Things that aren't possible come to pass.
"You speak of rocks--or a glimpse
of blue lake..."
You have either passed through the shoals or you are entering the
shoals.
(They ask for predictions.)
Days go by
in the French style, haiku
"postcard" style.
We shall not all sleep, but we shall all
be changed.
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