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For Sara, my undeserved joy –
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my interest in you is the
lock’s interest in the key,
as breaking like robin’s eggs your
carefullest hands break me apart birthing
new mes, new keys in new doors which
open onto spring and green things. it is the
eye’s interest in the photon, off all things bounce
pieces flecks of what i can only say is you, all songs sing
notes whose ink is onliest you. it is the
grape’s interest in the glass, in your glad tired palate
ripening open to burst full from pepper and berry and
cocoa, spilling leggy joy down dustiest your throat. it is the
wire’s interest in the current, ancient strings copperly
stretched through prisoning planks, passive and cold,
waiting for the spark. it is the
page’s flaccid useless interest in the pen, flat, inert,
madly hoping blank and emptier than
holes, white and still and
wordless.
***
i sometimes have difficulty expressing my love to my wonderful wife. i hope this helps, even just a little. – R.E.W.
Beautiful images. I will be back to read this again!
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Thank you. i am guilty of re-reading it several times myself, and i am not convinced that it is quite finished, but it is nearer than many alleged “poems” were which i posted in blog’s youth. Thanks as always for reading. i regret to say that i have not made it over to yours yet. i will do so now, for parity’s sake. (And because i am interested.)
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