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| The "second position" | ||
| Comes in the seventeenth year, | ||
| Watching the meaningless gyrations of flies above a sill. |
| The wind has stopped, but the magnolia blossoms still | ||
| Fall with a plop onto the dry, spongy earth | ||
| The evening air is pestiferous with midges. | ||
| of |  | |
| There is only one way to completeing the puzzle: that is light green | | |
| By finding a willow-colored lime light green roof-shaped piece shading to buff at one side. | |
| It is the beginning of March, a few | ||
| Russet and yellow wall flowers are blooming in the border | ||
| Protected by moss-grown weed [???] mossgrown, fragmentary masonry. | | |
| Termites are at work in the long central roof beam. |
| One morning you appear at breakfast | ||
| Dressed, as for a voyage, in your worst suit of clothes. | ||
| And over a pot of coffee, or more accurately rusted water | ||
| Announce your intention of leaving me alone in this cistern-like house. | ||
| I thinkXXXXXXX In your own best interests I think I shall decide not to believe you. | |
| I think there is a funny sandbar | ||
| Beyond the old boardwalk | ||
| Your intrigue makes you understand. |
| "At thirty-two, I came up to take my examinations at the university. | | |
| The U wax factory, it seemed, wanted a new general manager. | ||
| I was the sole applicant for the job, but it was refused me. | ||
| So I have preferred to finish my life | ||
| In the quietude of this floral retreat." |
| The tiresome old man is telling us his life story. |
| The trout are circling under water-- |
| Masters of eloquence | ||
| Glisten on the pages of your book | ||
| Like mountains veiled by water or the sky. |
| These moments of "population" | | |
| Of the night by the body are not wasted. wholly useless. | |
| Only a sobbing, certain noteXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX | | |
| Breathes, in the transparent, deafening flood.XXXXXCKCKCKCKCKCKCKCKCKCKCKCKCKCKCKCKCKCKCKCKCKC | | |
| Heads in hands, waterfall of simplicity. | ||
| The delta of living into everything. | ||
| busted | | |
| The pump is leaking--I shall have to have it fixed. | |
| Your knotted hair | ||
| Around your shoulders | ||
| A shawl the colors of the spectrum |
| Like that marvelous thing you haven't learned yet. |
