Thursday, June 19, 2003

relearn kindness

make love



be the last to dissolve,

then



terribly vivid all night dreaming

dreams of the fall

of subsisting in the shade

away from His wrath



awake

then walk with dog



white gray mist in the trees

flesh-colored early sunlight

woven through



wet anthills scattered curbside



smell of earth



more high clouds



more rain



I will be drunk tonight