. . . . . . back in germany man across
the sea? . . . . . . another university to teach
those hated poets long dead - whose
. . . . . . lines still haunt - i from time to time
check to see if any thing is written
about the blue couch*
. . . . . . or the ocean or the sky . . . . . . or the dog
. . . . . . left behind: silence - is it given up?
left to hurt . . . . . . about don't
. . . . . . the pain would be greater than what is . . . . . .
as we curve into . . . . . .the ones and zeroes
. . . . . . i want to one day awake . . . . . . to
a poem: a poem about lemonade, sweaters, and a harbor
and i will tell again . . . . . . and hear again . . . . . . that this abyss
. . . . . . is a sabbatical
