I
write your name
On
profundities of night
Lost
as daybreak
Shrugs
its ancient aching shoulders
I write your name on salt streets
As they unfurl and yawn
I
write your name
On
dawn’s gnawed crosses
When
air trembles with a scent of musty laughter
I write your name
On the bicycle spokes of morning
Whirling in search their gleam
Their fugitive sparkles of time
I write your name
On
a blurred noise
A
tired moan of low reproach
I
write your name
On
the waking river’s naked fist
And
on the barn swallow’s panting wing
I write your name
On the sun’s lusty ascent
And on day sumptuously
Consuming itselfI write your name
On
the city’s dirty linen
On
the city’s unmade bed
On
the city’s tarnished eyeglasses
On
the city’s thick indifferent heart
I
write your name
Where
you are not
In
the poor murmur of a poem
In a fluttering of useless feathers
In a fluttering of useless feathers
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