When building space stations, space itself is a matter of concern: the space around the station itself, the too cramped space within room for little except to breathe Lingering, yesterday’s image now nurtured, keeping all near, not escaping-- conversations in the hall something about poetry The ache of the impossible Finally, this spring a day with warmth That some truck hit a bridge so that the train was delayed and I caught busses instead. Chaos of contingency and accident (In the rush I almost forgot your birthday)
Monday, May 8, 2017
The last three days worth of poems
Thursday, May 4, 2017
Quiet before storm
Here are today's and yesterday's poems
Some afternoon or when passing a slow hour in a quiet classroom and watching her at work, brow creased her attention focused, her eyes distant walking the edge of storm, a static energy in the gathering clouds air stirring with expectation Life exists at the edge Sudden rain suddenly bright
Tuesday, May 2, 2017
Angst
Longer than the dark has wrapped the space between stars, before this a gnat’s now beating wings: As if it never happened Nothing after
Monday, May 1, 2017
MayDay
From elsewhere-- who is not? What we have labored to build or salvage or demolish or not Chaos always at the beginning “Yes”
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