Monday, December 17, 2012
Driving nails through giant hovercrafts of snow
& ice: I see you there beyond
the rushes, past a semi-circle
of varied thrush and Spanish lessons.
Circumference makes us fools: shiver on
midwest not making anyone safer:
firm ground is ground yet untilled—
“until the end of time.”
Is only a time or another tradition: other
times alight then fly up at smoke
& mothers in houses on edges of lakes
are stirring & glad to be awake.