LOVE lee one:  do not come around here but Always the first time
giving up & waiting (between fern leaf’ing hug)s’ing between the
angle of life and living windows — thy wholly imaginary house
of inviolate darkness_____

x’pecting me except perhaps long
dim hours of sleep | a swarm of interpretations like rocking chairs
and hearing the news we’re all diseased.

Marvelously never knowing idleness brings tears of phosphorus light
into these animal-like gestures.  Three puppies in the Kansas small
town drug store window: like the woman i found in a shop window
in the rue Notre-Dame-de-Lorette.

Her tights were rolled in flour ready for the baking of a brick oven-lovely
heart.

Deep divers spelunking pleasures in all wonderous unknowns are the moments of
my youth — to be born in Sorrow, like Sorrow (true) then growing a stem outside
to see truth — GENEROUS SPIRIT APPEARS!

:: 10.29.2021 ::