February 19  2001


all worlds speak

how so
the birds slowly splutter after dining

and words fall

new leavings for another meal

the slow worm

and music from somewhere
some bending
again to shadow timing

old leads hanging and last hands

names to place here as you or another may wish

shrugging more and shrugging

stealing truth
now arranging

pauses in the meter and the work

character appearing sooner than we notice

shrugging right beside us

managing the weather
yawning like a cat



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