Sixty One

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As I did last year, to surprisingly good effect with thanks to Ann Collins, I give you once more a recent poem from the drafts. I hope you like it, or it likes you, or at least you both reach some sensible accommodation at Christmas time.


First let lucidity


First let lucidity
For you can always
See through the truth

in single incantations
En chant it now and
All together now

And separately now
And altogether
and separately at once

We come this way only once
In steps never taken before

Geranium, unfolding
You cannot hold your secret
Past the springtime

The softness of the raindrops
Seven hundred thousand caresses
Taking with it worries

Sunrise promising a glow
Of sirens and storm warnings
I whistle instead

Shortly we are complete
contained by the sky
As already and always as we are

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