At the River
i.m. EJH
No one reads this corny stuff,
so why bother
as we gather round the river …
There are negatives to eliminate.
One night we will step onto the lucid roof
and take refuge in space
and song
and the brisk pieties of death.
Going
That tree will shine when I am gone,
Those lips kiss another.
My going disturbs no one.
Last Things
When I think of you,
when I remember angles,
idioms, a mole on your neck,
it’s as if I am looking down from a great height,
it’s as if I am the last person on earth,
a crazy man lashed to a mast,
tossed by the indifferent sirocco.