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“Love” Poems For Kathy Number Two

UNCERTAINTY

I am here, Kathy, or there, Kathy, or anywhere

but what does it matter to you whether

I am by the hard-pebbled frost or the blackberry-fair

of the hedges or even the hidden hithering

and thithering of imaginary scenes? What is this bare

cold tell-tale talking to unresponsive air?

Ah, Kathy, Kathy, what would you have me be –

a new man or a kind man or a sunken thorn-theorising

intellectual, a rampant lover, a bitter pea

popped from a torn pod, or less, or more, than thrones,

thralled kingdoms, sceptres swung? Should I be warm

and take you and kiss you everywhere? I am torn

on this cold evening’s nerves. The whistling

universe, cluttered by insubstantial things, is thieving

as hedges and whortles darken everywhere.

I am done with making myself a tithe for tithes!

But you? Why, you are bitter and cruel, my lady without care,

to leave me here, prattling to unresponsive air!

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

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Written by Jonathan Finch

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