HOME
for Marybeth
Its love when seeing
can read between
a breeding taught, manners
bricked by habit, the involuntary tuck
of the invisible dress
every time sitting down even in jeans,fingers clearing
behind.
When you read, can read
within her
anticipatory tone the particularly known
one eyebrow lifts
to who you are now
stumbling to say: The lady will have
sesame sticks without the seeds, and I will have
the same.
Vivid, brilliant, many rayed,
deep toothed, loose limbed, wind-bent ....
Suffused in this you my tantalizing dandelion
gliding in and out these airs I hear, can hearin this you our inner living room
even dust lift and settle, settling.
No, but I want to I want. You inspire that.
That want.
