Friday, August 20, 2010

1051. PETITFOUR BIFOCALS

PETITFOUR BIFOCALS
(at the wake for a friend, at the Baltimore Central
Hotel, at the clinic for cerebral hematomas)

You must know that I can't see you
even as I squint, Divine One. Blower of
clouds and winds and all that surges.
Liner of hearts and minds. Taker
of all which was given. Beyond a
shadow of a doubt, this much
ascertained is certain to be.
You are the life, and
the life is we.

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