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day is leaving me
what am I to make
I have put sorrow aside?
aloneness
of shelter
then she
is here
among the
poems
I had written
for the clouds
above the
trees
I was walking
I saw a man walking a dog laughing at me
I saw the day was beautiful
I saw the beast
the large dog pulling the man along
behind it
and the day was so beautiful
with sunshine
I’m a
wall
write yr
graffiti
hon I’ve
got space
for you
had days
of love
put them
down
inside poems
take them
with you
when you
go
inside yourself
like spirits
talk to you
in a sleep
the stars are
too silent
as if they
hold something
behind them
away
from me
she too
has moved
behind them
to morning
spent beside
one another
nighttime makes a journey
without society
the loners and the losers
listen to music
that saddens
their hearts
the cloth
of our skin
were the
same weave
addiction
of the jukebox
I always play
The Sound of Silence
at the beginning
of all my cartons
inhabit the day
go about it
there are none
to take it
none to give
it to
who have not carried
the subtlest love?
now morning
put a shirt round
sore shoulders
that have not healed
in the night
go meet the sunshine
at the window
making cross patterns
on the curtain
say to it
make leaf patterns
or bring the flicker
of a butterfly
I pray to God
and I am still
sore
I look at clouds
there may be rain
that is a promise
of clouds
and the leaves
become thirsty
that have not
fallen from me
the soft crumble of clothing fall
in a dark room
is also a silence
Paul Stookey sings The Wedding Song
I’d like to follow it up with Free Bird
I’m singing to the loves that have gone
away from me
the day does not make grey clouds
but Stookey brings the rain in me
to windows
.
I might go for a walk
I could find an odd occasion
a girl
wanting love
who’d give herself
to me
and I
to her
when we are done
doing things done
our eyes could
dress each other
wake in night
a grey ceiling
don’t look
beside myself
there are
none to love
but wonder
if their love
wander
to me
say to them
tough
like a wildflower
I sing a love song
in the silence
of my rooms
I got a heart
inside myself
it’s silent
like a quiet night
it watches me
making shelters
in a landscape
of poems
put a feeling
you don’t have to
take it
if you don’t
want to
I am singing out
my window
there come a white cloud
it is lovely
then there come
quietness
in myself
making walls
sometimes I don’t know where to put
the sky
hon
I had some songs playing
randomly
then The Rose
came on
now there are flowers
in the night’s
vase
graffiti of erosion 