Other Valuable Angles

GROWTHS (I)

 

He comes to sit with me today

the old man

to tell me the things in his eyes

How they sit there growing like cataracts

making demands on him, his pension

 

He does not show me …

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For Ice

In that dark studio
we
lost in leisurely visions
re-draped Titanic’s pathos in pearls and
once more
bid our time

You tried again at definitions
tracing and retracing tangents. And
I tried again to be sultry
clay in the hands…

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