Friday, June 10, 2011

Year Of The Horse / new poems 2011

Naive Melody

Erik Satie
sits in a tree outside my window

notes, acorns

on the ground

I will gather
from the frost-bit grass

In sullen anticipation of another
northern winter

freezing all five of the Great Lakes,
leaving me to rely

the movement of naive melody
when all else resolves itself
to stasis

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