Page Twenty-four ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ astir, these leaves. in the absence of any discernible breeze. some presence displacids these leaves.   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   ~~  website outline  ~~~~~ Share ~~~ ~~~~~~  shadowpoems  ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   a href=”http://twitter.com/share” data-count=”none” data-via=”annegrace2″ data-related=”ziidjian:outre tweeting”>Tweet</a><script type=”text/javascript” src=”http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js”></script  

Page Twenty-three ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ you drive away drive gone, away, and gone with ease, it always looks to me, with abandon that smells easy. easy to leave me again and away. easy not to see my face ten years, or two times ten, or ever.     easy to drink the wine and more so [...]

Page Twenty-two ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ if I could sing you to sleep, I wonder what the words would be, and what the notes.   or wouldn’t I rather sing you to life, to your lilac trees, and moon-nights on the bleachers where we sat, to the coal bin under the floor where you blackened up with [...]

Page Twenty-one ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ if I name you joy will you run again if I call you love will you walk with me   where the hemlock stands will you come to me there if I wait till dark if I wait till day   if I wrap my mouth in silence will I hear [...]

Page Twenty ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~   one   you’ve been a dream made of each single scene that enthralled me you’ve been made of every note that held me breathless you’ve been a home made of bonds bound alone from the swarms and their whining you’ve been that poet’s place, that deeper world. what was it killed you, [...]

Page Nineteen ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ I would embroider you… in colors now and then in words and then in homemade songs. I would embroider your crystal core if you would come.     You would see yourself woven, sewn and softened; would see your reflection in all little mirrors, in tumbled shining stones, in my failing eyes, [...]

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Page Seventeen   when I was homeless, when I slept in a shelter-slum, there came to a diner windowsill, a certain squirrel looking in, looking at me as if knowing all the love in me, feeling all the grief. a squirrel staring through a pane of glass drew authentic laughter from my throat, in days when laughter was [...]

Page Sixteen ~~~~~~~~~~~ if ever you do write something, if one day you pull it off, please leave it where I can see. the starving kitten suddenly gifted cream, I lapped in desperation at your words a running year.     so few words, so often, that I left the bowl still hungry. so cool, [...]

Page Fifteen ~~~~~~~~~~ The birch outside my window here belongs to a barfly, not to me. I have no right or day or hour to take up care of bark and branch. In law the tree belongs to him, to kill or spare is his caprice. The law does not demand he love or need or save [...]