2 thoughts on “Miscellaneous

  1. this is a place I come to whisper “love you,”
    knowing I will not hear its return –
    worlds and words, winged, drift above you as
    speechless phrases Our language slowly learn:
    as a forming thing, unbrought to light, knows
    to light your silent room, to a full, silent burn.
    how do pickled daisies’ petals all fall low
    and, startled candlelight in startled glow,
    Sudden all bees to eddy all air with surgeon’s wings!
    The sun! shines on cables and cornices — on beings!
    in love and this place, you have all these little things

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