1177. AT ONCE

AT ONCE

Here comes everything together -

a consort of great apes and voices.

Sounds ringing; the salamander

at the bottom of the basin, like a

soiled old penny, is found again

at the bottom of the ledge. Again,

and again it slinks steadily upward

from the slime it inhabits. We

really must sort this out.

-

November is cold and hard and harsh;

a very serious month decked with grey,

and those low, running skies. Not a

month for dreaming, to be sure
(yet still I am dreaming of you).