full-armored

rattling all
organs which

you threw in
furtively of
an afternoon

but searched
to construct

in day again

after nights

vain, hoping

that when at
midnight, at

5

its stroking

these pieces

extra pieces

may assemble
themselves a
fit model--a
flying thing



For all toys

and even joy

seems in our
mortal realm
to just rust

dust, as did
flying's son

when the boy
fell aground

while called
forth from a
dream to fly

an action to
which intent

grave itself

must lead us
to a testing
toying model

Sighing sign

singing by a
soaring wing





The open box

5

hollowed out
to fit these
photographic

images, long
cherished in
lonely dusks

where violin
music called
from strings

recalled the
deep springs

from which a
memory draws

this antique
plastic wing
back to hand



Vision, will
and patience



Your resolve
to fashion a

remembrance:

an aeroplane




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Part Two 4

5

Open the box

one birthday
and you will
find there a
swirling ice
cream freeze

beautiful an
image beheld
as it begins
to melt into
an icy glaze



Last night's
kiss, caress

at cock crow
flew, though
every pore's
mouth sang a
song its ear

perfect knew


It seems sad
perhaps it's
natural that

our rise and
shine to the
world's work

should spell
an exit from
Eden's realm

where a wall

broken piece
by piece was

dissolved in
our electric
charge as it
wrought that

flesh change
exchange and

which ending

was replaced
by a need to
open the box

in the world

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and organize
these pieces

12 character
per verse--a
little flute

trembling in
the throat a

Chord played
from a bough

bowed from a
bellied bole
aimed upshot
to His cloud

from where a
golden misty
rain fell up

from a heart

The leaf let
fall up from
a mouth. Old
newspaper on
the pavement

twisting and

a paper bird

winding rose



Up! Up! came
calling when
man was then
youth and an
airplane sky
bloomed blue
and rose new
within him a
sighing song
you remember



See? it fits

Youth in age
Age in youth

Lovers lying
loving truth

Man with God
Songs within

Seed in womb
we all begin

Babe in arms
Arms embrace

All one Soul
face to face




Goddess then

who taught a
bough-broken
baby's swing
support when
cut could be
an ell stick

Hollowed out

the template
being you- -a
little flute

Also the apt
divining rod
be fashioned

attracting a
water-wooden
source to it



One daughter
then you are

as childless

the pregnant
messenger to
deliver seed

To childless
men you tell
such arts as
men may need

to till them

all men as a
crop to soar
into blood's
fertile core

so that in a
drear moment

a word would
chime as the
phrase least
remembered--

Note next to
one unheeded

The one lost

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Goodbye then

Simple words
remembered--

Goodbye kiss

The deed our
intention to
return to us

from I and I

The pleasure

as you liked
to say--that

anticipation

of cherished
moments I am
slow to know

as your mind
all mornings

a hot coffee
cup unbrewed


You are best

latest, long
day followed
in whistling
conversation

as I've seen
you there at
fence picket
by bird cage

a sound come
from between
your teeth--

chirping, in
a sweet tone

You stood up

rose tip toe

to sew songs
to the wings
of songbirds


What then is
our rankling
reticence--a
wrangling in
defense that
marries with
an ill habit
of regret, O
solitude out
of which the
soul seeks a
door--desire
the thin key
to unlock it

Desperate of
acts! You're
spore; blown
alone a leaf
in the drift
where vacuum
sucks, hurls
spiraling--a
spar-stem in
gusts toward
an avoidance



A bitterness

The taste an
unlikely one
to better us

marring what
beauty, sent
to us from a
red hot Mars

and O, Venus

a warming of
breath's lip
slid-slipped
breast's tip
across chest

glided crush
dust, O dust
without love



The gas tank
an affection
machine near
empty desert
sands scrape
a bared soul

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Two hands at
a waist belt
buckle flash
trapped dark
excitement a
disgust with
horror mixed
and pleasure


So she stood
next morning
at the glass

an old dress
hanging from
a rusty wire

The holes of
her bathrobe
a spider web

masking such
odd exulting
secret power



Betrayed, he
you betrayed

trusting not
this passion
fleeing from
fleet Apollo

following at
flight speed

clumsily, in
song's ardor

And your ear
a split limb

concealed in
a dark arbor



Praying thus
for a kindly
father's aid

a frightened
quaking form
clung rooted

forever cast
as the waxen
green laurel


●


Here our way
forks from a
forest floor



Whitest this

a lily grows
under acorns



Needles fall
from spruces


Cone at pine

tip branched

here topples



Seeks a soil



Sends a root

shoot to sky



branching in
one filigree

air and tree



Scantling in
half-light--

border light

separateness

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Sweetness us

the lips are
still tingle

tart and the

fingertip to
fingertip to
squeeze; the
ten fingered

temple built

of two hands


Up above the
wood rafters

The two beer
on the table



Tingling lip

still ghosts



With them we

will play to

5

UP AND down
grey boughs

caterpillar

boy zigzags
up sidewalk

parkin' lot

is, already
in his mind

a butterfly

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