Kit Kelen #1370 - beginning paradise

1370

beginning paradise

dream of things that are going to be

would could have

in the tune before the song

slab where a slight van might have sat

kookaburra all attuned

sometimes just a whiff

the faces of the gone

in a frame of speech

I cultivate the corners

and wildernesses let

these little villages of night

the humpy overhead

with every house built in my head

with all the exhortations

live the thing

and often wake me where I am

keeper of

this much dust

draw a winterbreath

only in dreams

know every bird is of the future

they will it

sweet grass first

call morning – say it is the sun

and in the early singing

(warning we won’t read, for worms)

before all rounds

when someone stands, paws

bends to feed

as animal as I

so you with me again

first heart

that branch

where I might have lighted 



second draft -- 

beginning paradise

dream things

would could have, going to be

sometimes just a whiff

in the tune before the song

kookaburra wormward sat

so cultivate the corners

and wildernesses let

with every house built in my head

with all the exhortations

little villages of night

the humpy rainstruck

gone faces in a frame of speech

draw winterbreath

live the thing

and often wake me where I am

keeper of

this much dust

know every bird is of the future

they will it

sweet grass first

call morning – say it is the sun

before all rounds

when someone stands, paws

bends to feed

as animal as I

so you with me again

first heart

that branch

where I might have lighted