LOVE - LETTER TO LEAR (A bit of nonsense )
Wheelbarrow,
wheelbarrow , high in the sky,
Wheels, star-bright as mud,
Cast their dust
in my eye.
The Sun wades
in water, and dances in time,
Singing
harsh muted-melodies
Buried by
garlands, rusted in rime.
The
mountains are racing on legs spun of silk
And the half-hidden
moon, in pearl-netted trees,
Is covered in
memories, dripping with milk.
The wind in
my hand, flaming silent and cold,
snares
death by appointment
Ties her in
shadow and paints her in gold.
