Kit Kelen #1148 - two poems --- and rain, anonymous

1148

two poems

and rain

just a little

the will I?-won’t I?

considering kind

a tin roof tap

and condescending

have you deserved it yet?

the million everywhere arrows

fall, absorbed

nothing down there to splash

and now we smell it

the soil in the rain

the steam rise roof

no puddle

I’m the only witness

there’s no one about

like a poem

long since written

already after

coy

as if it were never

I’m on the veranda

for this spectacle

and what-the-hell

join in

anonymous

write the dream down

and you’re in it again

everything is true in there

duty to forget

no one notices

you are nameless there

this is the one death all know

drink from

grow into our own knowledge

everyone is pharaoh

would you say, distracted?

an itch and you’re over

an ache brings you round

how is the clock in the mirror?

you hold a candle to

no one loves

is loved there

all are ghosts

you yourself are the door

and a tree

made of tin

be in the mind of the thing

all the turning night

where the world was still

everything written is cloud and away

we fall as rain

drink of the dream well

mortal day

slave of the dream

locked solitary

of course you’re there

of the former life

of the long since

paint a way

slip stand and fall

rain could have driven it

or the sun rose

first among words

from light

born to light

every morning like this

all my best vanishing was done here

will you come with me?

let’s go