Three Poems

 

 

WE ARE NOW ALLOWED TO TOUCH

 

But what do I know

about saying more

than what’s intended to be ubiquitous?

Follow me, I read,

and also about the cup,

and the followers, stupid, but eager.

And there I am.

 

 

AND THEY BARE IT

 

Have you lost everything?

 

Sure,

 

a white linen cloth—

and he ran away naked.

 

But why are you so amazed?

Don’t be amazed.

See? This is the place.

 

 

EVENTUAL PARABLE

 

First place goes to the last creature in line.

 

And the birds will make their homes

in the branches of all this.

 

A small grave will be dug for a small seed.

A small grave is already being dug up.