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Sport 38: Winter 2010

Late summer insights

Late summer insights

In the late August night
the eye of Taurus reddens
as if he wants to inseminate the earth.

He knows, soon or late, for him
it's the abattoir—no compliant cow grazing
in his corner of the sky.

*

Escaped from what furnace
these hornets?

When my thoughts burn
I know why.

*

Tonight an icy wind
whips the stars—
and yet I think too
they burn more fiercely.

Could there be
even for them
the impossible?

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Clouds sit like gods in majesty—
only towards nightfall
hemmed in purple.

*

Serpent
alive as running water
gone as quickly as
a quick glance
a cool kiss.

*

All these creatures
seen or unseen
are to entice a voice
out of the Silence.

*

'This summer too many stars, great Sir,
too many friends struck down,
too many puzzles.

'I find myself more and more
out of joint with the times—
a madman lost among brambles.

'Explain yourself, great evasive Sir.'

His reply lines the woodland paths—
groundsel, hogweed, endive.