Tuesday, March 25, 2008

codify the blessed

mirth incensed
(him). how I know
is this:

the confines
of his home
were all pores.

he chapped his
own window.
children could

not look out.
there were sirens.
there was bread

(a little
to be

there was intention
as remarkable
as piles of snow

July or so
as sand the way
it piles new

fact of life
allows diversion
from a dedication

you know one
when you
see one yes