THE LAST DAY OF MAY
Get yourself set up very nicely, with all
things in their places - at least you'd think.
But then, by token surprise, we are greeted
not only by all the other things but by the voices
of old men singing the tired despairs of their lives.
Like hopeless diamonds. Maybe once would be
tolerable, but in earnest they just go on and on.
-
The wet, heavy dew of this morning's overnight,
this morning's colder May dawn, like a picnic
spread on water-glistened grass, opens its riches
for each squirrel and each bird. And, yes, it seems
they all partake. There are no old men in such a
morning moment. House-wren, robin, sparrow,
red-wing blackbird and Balt-i-more Oriole.
Get yourself set up very nicely, with all
things in their places - at least you'd think.
But then, by token surprise, we are greeted
not only by all the other things but by the voices
of old men singing the tired despairs of their lives.
Like hopeless diamonds. Maybe once would be
tolerable, but in earnest they just go on and on.
-
The wet, heavy dew of this morning's overnight,
this morning's colder May dawn, like a picnic
spread on water-glistened grass, opens its riches
for each squirrel and each bird. And, yes, it seems
they all partake. There are no old men in such a
morning moment. House-wren, robin, sparrow,
red-wing blackbird and Balt-i-more Oriole.
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