what one thing meant, and another, to dream
these were the words to know, what was said.
each thing to each, again a place
and for the shadow of greed, of indifference,
as things were called, and they were known
what the top of words looked like, as they spoke
how poetry could be different, other, bent
things shed, sold, held
the long journey home
it was an accident
And in each place, played, in each known distance, dreamed.
What a shadow of thought saw, an encryption
darling of the ages, words I understood
how to picture what was best pictured
farm, garden, dream
as we could once allow, as we were to do.
What was ahead, how they could be known.
I was writing as well as I could, but still did not know.
So many moments to dream, to idealize
hot outside and cold in here
that was the puzzle, to be shadowed, to be shown.
What it was all about, so little known.
Even for an instant, to be shadowed, to be shed
The traffic build up that I didn’t want to see.
such it was at a notice, to write
to capture what could be, to continue what was wanted
how to accelerate each thing, to surround
if the substance was the same
I was wondering what was left
to compete at the center
as each was to the other a dream.
Why in the mountains water floweed
so together by starlight
words that came
as things were old
now new again
I waited for this
thinking someday
I would understand myself.
and the day would come
when I would have subject matter
about which to write
how badly the reunion aftermath was
no one really careed
while at the time it was excellent
so small so insignificant.
to keep order and to let things happen
pathway pushed to the extreme
if it could be deciphered it would
That was how I understood the rain
weeds by the side of the road: wildflowers
summer halfway over, hot days here
to go outside in this, not easy
I didn’t expect it would be so hard
but it was easy
easier to write than ever before
and more places to publish, my own, I created
these and others that were qualified and shed
If one could help the other, it would be easier still
to be a consumer only, not to understand
that to be aprovvider of information, systems, applications
goes way beyond, is in the end the way to proceed
testing environment, certification, completion
hot tar, sidled in the street
I used a thesaurus in the cool basement to compose
letters that used words
words that were wild
how many things I could do
a thousand postage stamps
saved for the nuns (so they could sell them to posatal dealers?)
some stamps came that way
torn on envelopes, I was glad to get them
I want my stamps to have a history, to have been sent
that means most to me
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