323.
And if it rains we say some other
thing
thing
and if the sparrows drown out timid
raindrops
raindrops
there’ll be some peace at last in
this cartoon
this cartoon
forgive me my investigations a bee
has to live
has to live
the drones hum around the hive those
artists boy-band poets
artists boy-band poets
I’m just the wrong kind a man I
couldn’t find
couldn’t find
honey in a honey jar how strange the
world is
world is
all contents and containers and a
bird going by
bird going by
knowing no more than less
voices of the cyclists wheeling past
chatting loud as if they’re standing still
the slender miracle of mind we all
can hear.
can hear.
324.
I climbed in winter up Glastonbury
Tor
Tor
stood in the ruins of St. Michael’s
Chapel
Chapel
peered up through the roofless tower
to watch
to watch
the original star from which we fell
you and I slept together on the Hill
of Tara
of Tara
peaceful in cool summer
right beneath the Stone of Destiny
we live our little times apart
Himalayas blue flowers too
where is there for us to think
but this half-acre hot summer
birdsong almost too many leaves
very green, this place, here.
325.
No lingering slumbery rubato flaunted
coda
coda
without slowing down it simply stops
Stefano Greco plays Bach’s unfinished
fourteenth
fourteenth
he has a theory I guess I never
understand
understand
I think silence is the best
philosophy
philosophy
those empty minutes that we long to touch
I fill them here with ambrosia
a sappy word that meant in Greek what
does not die
does not die
life, that limitless cliché
o love me as much as I love you
you can do it if anybody can
you are the only one who
understands.
understands.
END OF HEART THREAD
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