HEART THREAD Parts Seventy-Nine and Eighty

79.

Talk turns into a masked ball with
everybody

all I know is no one must know

otherwise the words don’t work, tell
only the true

never the new the one you never

the moon shining under the skin of
the sea

the long hair of the law the only
power

windswept and sound pressures the
heat that fell

from the absent sun so long ago

the weather is a spaceship bearing
messages

we have to catch new senses to
perceive their text

don’t be afraid to say hello we’ll
all be gone

three seeds plucked up by a pilgrim
bird.

80.

Three are the gates of paradise

a blazing letter stands before each door

of course it’s in the dream it
happens

it matters only when you’re not awake

the vast blue bird perches on the
roof

wet towels of the swimmers drying on
the rail

in sun and wind the changes come

difference is a molecule apart

there is no nurture in the metal
world

bonfire on the beach atomies of
amorous madrigals

but if I were a folk I would tell you
clear

in wordsongs true as stones along the
beach.

ROBERT
KELLY