Wednesday, January 21, 2015

6277. ZOE

ZOE
And Zoe, there's no putting this
down  -  all the factuals will
need to speak for themselves  -
only talismans need apply. 
My startled lineman are all.
-
I am writing a portrait, here,
against this wall, where the
raindrops sit and the lines of
every pencil-point arrive.
They enter one by one, and sit.
-
And Zoe, there's no putting this
any better : I may sit alone, but
I'm sitting with you. My teapot
steams. My coffee cup is drained.
Every word that was ever spoken,
every written instance of intentions
meant (and there have been quite
a few), they have all come
here now, to roost.

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