|Nebraska Center for Writers|
Breath on nail,|
The nerve, wind
On white boat.
Sails, yellow dress,
Salt water grass.
Of fabric sunlight
Of glistening skin
Radiant of all that is
Not the mind accepts,
Open to the air,
The wanting nerve
Tidewater on sand,
Water in tide.
Heat washes the bright world,|
Rain falls in the distinct way rain falls
In summer on marble and grass.
I smile because or despite exhaustion
From your countless peculiarities,
Your love of cemeteries least among them.
In your laughter distances recede
Until at last your laughter fades,
Its disappearance an aspect of perfection.
Small ratios of understanding
Do not have the weight of monuments
In grass. It is rather the way grass bends
Beneath the weight or light succumbs,
Grown dark and lush in summer rain.
Fulfillment is ruin,
And yellow stars
In blue night,
Tumble of shoes,
Hand in hand.
They have chosen
As Aucassin for Nicolette:
And a floating wind.
Refuse below Ferris wheel,|
Tumbling plastic bag on beach,
Young love in the weeds,
Cigarette smoke, white shirt
Stained with lipstick.
City dwellers, salt hair,
Wet dress, sea waves,
Hand-carved horses and band organ.
A man remembers Brooklyn, 1945,
Her smile, the delicate park.
I found the iris pressed inside a book
Filled with fading words in a language
Neither of us understood, the same iris
I gave you and you kept in your hair
Before its blossom began to wither,
Its whisperish purple turned hollow black.
How welcome it is to find the flower
Blooming again always inside this book
I have never read yet understand, simply
By its weight. It is good to know
Some things are perennial; regardless
Of weather, and no matter how swiftly
They flourish, the strong buds cluster,
Eager to effloresce. We can wear them
Easy as gestures, as small garlands
Of tears prospering in our eyes.
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