To Cause to Glitter or Shine

Of the adventure we were mum

Of the sky we heard singing and checked in

Of the Japanese text we carried a handkerchief

Of morning we found something delicate

Of the months we resorted to amazement

Of the music we called for more fuzz

Of the others and the vagrants we were valleys and distance

Of the dandelions we were feeling haunted

The houses and the apartments lacked focus

On the skin travel sounded nice
Of the boys and girl circling in the atmosphere
like love swaying in all directions
we cleaned in-between the tip-toes
The rain fell and fell and fell
until the rain fell again and again some more
Of the kissing we kissed
Of the tiny messages there were volumes
Of the lovemaking laid the forms of poems.

New Letter

When they greet you

in the foreground
in the suburban

burnt out mornings
that only a dog skeleton

can absorb.
And they call you
by face and say,
"You are done
with 'you' poems!"

"With comical metaphors!"
"With lightness!"
Agree with them.
Tell them that
I am no longer sad.
I will write from metal
Of a hurrah
before charging
of all the things that fill
of all the things that I know
of the only thing I know.