Luke, it was awesome to CHILL with you last night! Great to finally meet you, and I look forward to seeing you again soon. Until then, we'll always have blogs... :)
On the stiff twig up there Hunches a wet black rook Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain I do not expect a miracle Or an accident
To set the sight on fire In my eye, nor seek Any more in the desultory weather some design, But let spotted leaves fall as they fall, Without ceremony, or portent.
Although, I admit, I desire, Occasionally, some backtalk From the mute sky, I can't honestly complain: A certain minor light may still Lean incandescent
Out of kitchen table or chair As if a celestial burning took Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then-- Thus hallowing an interval Otherwise inconsequent
By bestowing largesse, honor, One might say love. At any rate, I now walk Wary (for it could happen Even in this dull, ruinous landscape); skeptical, yet politic; ignorant
Of whatever angel may choose to flare Suddenly at my elbow. I only know that a rook Ordering its black feathers can so shine As to seize my senses, haul My eyelids up, and grant
A brief respite from fear Of total neutrality. With luck, Trekking stubborn through this season Of fatigue, I shall Patch together a content
Of sorts. Miracles occur, If you dare to call those spasmodic Tricks of radiance miracles. The wait's begun again, The long wait for the angel, For that rare, random descent.
Luke, it was awesome to CHILL with you last night! Great to finally meet you, and I look forward to seeing you again soon. Until then, we'll always have blogs... :)
ReplyDeleteum adorable. i saw a 5 year old gabbing on her play hello kitty phone in the mall and had to laugh.
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