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In winter
trees lose all inhibition
their arms reach up
in shamanistic contortions
sweeping the air weeping the air
beseeching to the right and the left
up and down
all is bare
oh why
and silent reproach





I saw you first swallowing a bird
out the study window with your beak pointing skyward
throat taut
My mouth opened likewise in dismay


Another time you had what looked like a ruddy berry
in your beak
Later it occurred to me that it was a tiny shrunken tomato
probably rotten from thawing and freezing on the vine
all winter long


Ah – you have it tough I thought
my earlier disgust all forgotten



It was an age when the beauty of the world drove you mad
liquified in your veins
and fed the sadness of your future death

Only self-immolation could cool your heat



he had a dirty-blond goatee
the hem of his pants were frayed
and the threads dragged


he said he was a football player
in high school
then giggled


in the dark of his small room
we sat on the floor
drinking plum tea


listening to King Crimson
waiting for the sun on the mountain
out in the hall people laughed



This is how I’ll remember it:
An argument on the interstate
and coffee in Tucson.
Somebody came over to our table
and said, “See that guy, he’s very smart — but he’s given to drink.”
Thinking about luxuries
driving through the suburban landscape
saying to myself:
“The suburbs aren’t so bad — not bad at all.
I’m sick of the dinge and the fringe —
So, this is what there is.”
And my wild, fragile youth
***********************passed away
like that.