TRANSCENDENCE
In a world of gesture
three deaf teenagers
"speak," her hands
an electric dance, the boys
cruder, in a world
in which scratching an itch
may be a silent eloquence.
ONE HOPES
Based on the known,
imagining the confluence,
one hopes for a florid excitement, a spastic
flailing, some kind of
satisfaction.
ONE DOES
In time one decorates necessity.
A foot becomes a skein of bones.
What I said
and what I thought I said
and what I meant to say.
A QUESTION TO THE STARS
Are there any here
but us chickens?
Have there ever been?
A TASK
Not that I make this place
but that I make
its story.
END OF TIME
The season arrives with a clamor of geese.
And at the end of it.
EASIER SAID THAN DONE
Sometimes transcendence is a trick of harmony,
tonic to dominant-C major-
and the sky opens.
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