There was nothing on my front porch but quiet
and my hand hanging from my wrist for a few decades more,
and here I am trying to spoil all that.
Saturday, September 1, 2012
After JKD's Who...
After a conversation, who
were I as green as a twister's
down the roar unfearing northlike
a cat's eye under basement steps
now, a little farther
a little farther
the boreal under my roots
under the steps of my Brooklyn
were I under my own steps