Wednesday, June 14, 2006

from The great dive

1.
You cannot separate it and say

this
startling sunlight

attached to clouds, the rain, the moon
cyclones, atmospheric pressure

intensity
if you are a woman on the street
a man in the mountain

the girls, school dreaming future
naked under cruel fixed glance.

You draw with startings
you break even a filament and form
part of destiny

the leaves are unhappy, tomorrow.

No wonder it obtains thunder.

It’s easier to cry for finished innocence
and the newspaper.

To cry harder.

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