Tag Archive: release


That You Be

On the roof
the city below
is quiet

Gray
the order of
the day

People still use clotheslines here
cursive swoops of nylon rope
wet haberdashery semaphore

Empty rivers on either side
the low-end of tugboat blasts
is lost here

Each one grabs
an arm
a leg
apiece

Spreads me like a kite
brings me to the edge
begins a count of three

A sail on the river begs a breeze
no longer grasps hold
kites below become smaller

. . . I be gone

It is certainly quieter here
save for the rush of wind

Chagall 2016

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Sotto Voce

I have no energy left yet so much to say.

No, that’s not right. I simply have need to say something.
There is no specific content or quantity in mind.

I hope that in describing that need
I’ve said something.

Writing is no longer a viable alternative
for that primal scream I would emit
hurling myself off a rooftop.

Chagall 2015

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