June 2006

claremont raga
Languorous landscape
...

They’re over now forever, the long dances.
Our woods are quiet. The god is gone tonight.   
Our girls, good girls, have shaken off their trances.   
They’re over now forever, the long dances.   
Only the moonlight, sober and real, advances   ...

Dust develops
from inside
as well as
on top when
objects stop
being used.
No unguent
can soothe
the chap of
abandonment.
Who knew
the polish
and balm in
a person’s
simple passage
among her things.
We knew she
loved...