Thursday, December 16, 2010

drinking a loan

there is a window outside
a wonder
with a frame of wind and snow
moving in a line

this stove
a wonder
has been revealed
as an open jar of wine
somehow all hearths of all things
are confused in, and composed of,
poetry

and drunken
a wonder
i stand in the river drenched
as fishing boats float overhead
upside down
raining as clouds

and from this river drenched
i select a crisp, dry leaf
to be my sail
and sleep to defer
my destination

everything i have
was given to me

oh, how we'd gasp
inside that hollow moon
and lounging discretely
in that curly tusk city
drinking a taost
to our roosting whaole

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