September 2005

1.

If that someone who’s me yet not me yet who judges me is always with me,   
as he is, shouldn’t he have been there when I said so long ago that thing I said?   

If he who rakes me with such not...

Or, it could go like this, since
you want to know names,
places, people, particulars:

it was the particular paradise
of ninety acres of orchard grass
and a few scattered woods;
barbed wire, Holsteins,
and the plush of spring
as you feel it, wet beneath you,
when you sit...

Diluvian, draggled and derelict posse, this
barnacled pod so pales
next to everything we hear of red tides and pilot whales
that a word like “drama” makes me sound remiss

except that there
was a kind of littoral drama...