Monday, August 18, 2008

The Dialogue

try not to burden
me with things
that i have never felt
under the influence
of weightlessness

tell me again about
feather-weighted bones
that will carry me
beyond the lamp which
lights the lifting

speak carefully when
addressing the environment
of uncertainty
for solar flares will
assault the principle

i tend to enjoy the
part where pine boughs
fall upon the headstone
far below the floating
moon where wildly i spin

1 comment:

Joan said...

Hi, Mark--It's great to see/read your poems again. This one was perfect for helping me shift into a more easy gait at the end of a crazy day.