June 2007

Many ways to dance Giselle, but tonight as you
watch you think that she is what art is, creature

who remembers

her every gesture and senses its relation to the time
just a moment before when she did something

close to...

Before the sky shook loose that night
and the snow came, this terrible word

had passed my lips two times; first
when we saw a snail nosing along the lip

of the car-park. Cute! I clipped it
with my Chinese leather slip-on

then tapped...

Fragile like a child is fragile.
Destined not to be forever.
Destined to become other
To mother. Here I am
Sitting on a chair, thinking
About you. Thinking
About how it was
To talk to you.
How sometimes it was wonderful...