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Autumn Leaves
volume 7 number 3
Autumn Leaves volume 7 number 3 |
Like the herald of eternity
in caffeine sipped
and
winding smoke,
love is a garden's mortal sea
and words,
are the
poet's, the sailor's, joke.
What silly prayers at dawn to pray!
What silly poems to
bleed and write!
In summer...that facsimile of nature and desire
kisses
morning
on this windy murmur
over weed and flower
while all of the city rings
a herald on the
telephone
beginning with its same early
and essential hour
...whereas the winter wonder from this place
is stoic in
its windy fire
in dense hypnotic glimmer
of both nature
and the city's
deed.
Coffee and cigarettes
so announce the day
in gleaning
through the window light
what silly prayers to pray
and what silly poems
to write.
