349
sketch
one bird
flew through
(mothernotes)
dream
things rot
as
in a mirror
what
do you forget first?
it's
not a name or where you were
the
tune stays with you longest
one
slant of sun for an afternoon
I
never forget a face
the
dream you go to
it's
a puddle
and
music comes again for a first time
dust
in the corners well known
what
you've just done is the first to go
put
in the fridge, put in the pantry
brief
bliss and cling
as
to the facts of time
I
was all this blessed
see
stuck now
never
seen one of those before
now it's 5.30
Tuesday today
to dream is to swim
lift on the tide
as if there were a spell set free
I live at the end of the tune
where are you?
where
did you put the thing then?
and
how much love's lost looking?
live in an ache
joint deep
dream through
swim while you can
they say last years
are not worth sinking
ashes and dust
make up my Bible
tuck golden in the wheat wilt drought
the golden slopes
the golden plains
effective social studies
drown for the test tomorrow
it's trial by Arnotts' dunking
who is it becomes a poem?
a sovereign shining
turns in the air
catches the hospital light
those tiny fingers make their grab
all as if foretelling
now all storms are far
and paddle
as such a duck
which?
won't remember
to
the bitter beyond
you'll
remember first light
and
how the dark folds in
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