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“Love” Poems For Kathy Number Six

THE CHANGED SONG

I brought myself

by slender means

to a low cove

in a cliff-wall sea

where kittiwakes notched

the burdened air

in ones and twos and trebles of threes,

though all I had wished

was to sing some silly praise of you

and compose such a shimmer of prayer

that the world would kneel

and blossoms make love to air.

My song would have chosen

the wrinkles you wish to undo

and the sheer dark shadows under your eyes

and a sidelong glance or two.

But now in the white lash

flesh of the lance of the waves,

the reorientation of heart and mind,

where the kittiwakes keen,

I have plundered the fattening waves for salt

and bound my bindings and broken my dreams.

(from “”Love” Poems For Kathy / Green. Laced. Leaves”)

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