When
you come to Vicksburg
Will
you take a boat?
The
possibilities for visions grow
The
closer you get
Vicksburg’s
lousy with quizzicalness too
You might like to know
That’s
okay
My
door's open to midwinter rain on the magnolia
Come
on in
Put
out your hand
Isn’t
there a poem suddenly there?
Each
day’s a new line in the poem of our life
The
purest fragments the clearest
Residue
of mislaid sound
You
could say dawn
Sometimes
revives a curious plant
Which
might symbolize possibility
Or
half a dozen other ilities
And
then again sometimes dawn
Unzips
a sleeping dog
Vicksburg’s
lousy with those too
Unzipped hounds
There’s
a haunted mansion
We
should inhabit on a promontory
Remember when you
said
You don't really get me
High
anymore
I
said I do
Four
because one’s not enough anymore
It
wouldn’t surprise me
If
I had a vision
People
have them in Mississippi
More
than you’d think
I
wander drunkenly here
Going
up for a change
Was
all we really wanted
That
afternoon on the escalator
Now
it’s always the last heist
On this escalator where
I’m only slightly
Piqued to find my only slightly sullied wings
Hidden
in your garretless eyes
Vicksburg’s
lonely without you
Your
irreprovably sour smile
How
many teeth have chewed this
Little
piece of eternity
As
if beauty’s a thing
That
keeps going up for a change?
My
solitude has your face
Your
sigh-colored hair
Your
silence which comes as a kiss
What
I really want to say is
This
place could be
The
happiest moment in all infinity
When will your boat
Arrive at the landing?
