Another beat closer to distant appreciation
Taken only by the odd prick of a camera
Phone. Growing deliberate so as not to break
The nice chat. The young curmudgeon cycles
Slower than the pure research product
Proven by a meeting where action points
The Way up a hill steeper than the doped
Competitors’. Race on.
The crow is more important than the seagull:
(Everybody knows this)
Nobler blue sheen, her eye more dangerous,
Expansive beat meditation, not promiscuous
Nor restless jostle nor footless wander –
Boot free, really, as we scatter through history –
Wondering why we went that way and not
Crane’s arc, melody to building, rising frame,
In turn, rhythm to the lift and weft of the yellow
Steel across the sky, a beat to the song of its birth year.
Julia mother made your revolution, and the years will make
Your use. I have only this sense, dear,
That plain speaking occurs to me only
On the final downstroke. Over the hill to a quiet
Fall. Say it.