Tuesday, July 3, 2012

You Know Who You Are

A sudden atmosphere
like some early evening revealed
so we may know
the voice and the meaning behind it.
And I do not know if every word
hides or clarifies this jungle of waves
or this darkness is just a feeling
in the movement of my own.
Or that the truer story
is built in a nice restaurant
with expanding umbrellas
on the different sand
in our toes and under our feet
the same as love.

Like the Buddhist

Like the Buddhist I do not believe  in the afterlife but on Sundays  When the bells ring  in the lonely town  of Leverett And there are Thos...