CONFESSIONS OF A NATURE LOVER
Back then I was going steady
with fog, who could dance
like nobody’s business, I threw her over
for a leaf that one day fluttered
first her shadow then her whole life
into my hand, that’s a lotof relatives, this leaf
and that leaf and all the other leaves
hung around, I told her
I needed space, which was true,
without it I’d only be a soul,
and no one’s sure that whisp
is real, that’s why we say
of real estate, location, location
location, and of speech,
locution, locution, locution
and of love, yes, yes, yes
I am on my knees, will you have me,
world?
(from The New Yorker May 14, 2012)
very nice! Is that your photo E?
PT
Thanks. Yes, all the art or photos are mine unless otherwise credited. But, Hicok, that’s all his writing and why he’s one of my favorite poets.