So
many things I don’t dare tell you
Like how these
flies meander toward some
Deeper understanding
and everywhere hail
Waits to
fall on your ocean and on the yellow
Town of
your girlhood where cats creep
Like oily tufts of smoke so many things
To be consummated so much to forgive
Let
other people gather valley flowers
Let
them smile with grandiose ambiguity
So
many moments from another life so many
Yellow
lands I named for you so many poems
I
sewed for you from my mauve scars
So
many shadows reach tonight the step
You hear stops when you start laughing
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