South Pond — Attraction in Greenwood

Later, sweetly, all the others, him like a kind thought, then the siblings and them in the wrecked aftermath, madonna statues and broken glass, one quiet canoe slips away. the day is long

the lake, wide. this shallow water:

you have come to see me/i hardly see you.

all day i expect rain; did you send

these pictures when we did not know each other

so i might keep them somewhere long enough for you be revealed, some treasure

or are lockets for strangers before the feeling comes?

remember when we talked only of others,

until i felt some dark tremor, a precursor to the rain that has already come?

i might go from room to room, hiding in some alcove i think as you pass by

so i can watch without expression

and look and look and look. i have, yes,

great neutrality towards you. you want to be like some great river i talk about? that river, the dear river, she that is beyond __ sometimes i think i feel that grand indifference as she does towards me, towards you.

i can hardly sleep these days/ in a way, neither can you: but soon you will make your bed again,

a cartoon blessing like the small rubber animals, their silhouettes in the sun turn serious.

you come into my house to seduce my friend?

please come into my house, seduce my friend

one day she will wear roses in her hair,

what will you wear

if you don't both escape this happy exposure-

i have returned to the dock

yes, here now, i'll be your stranger

give you a bowl of rice and avocado

if you cry i will bear witness (and these heavens too)

when you cry, it begins to rain

the day that had darkened finally breaks.

i wish it broke so deep that the whole world came into being.

yours is like a sculpture, i have great affinity

but also this fatal __: you might think i am not terrible

(these vast rifts i think could be so kind),

but you too in this seemingly unbearable

i love to bear it, bear it all. relinquish anything,

but i do not have no spine. maybe it is brave

to forget yourself, deep tide of doubt,

maybe you come to the surface on the wave of some kind thought,

a return to you then/something true then.

if i didn't know to swim, i'd say

"all bodies rise to the surface, living or dead

most are not identifiable."

i will come out of this water glad to tease and shiver-

i might live and die of myself (and so many stories)-

to me, you are:

i would spend some time in a room.

i would spend some time in a room.

i would spend some time in a room

and tell me you care about something other than i/it rained when you began to cry. i don't know you, i cannot know you,

i am so intensely glad to know you,

to care, i know nothing. one day,

i might revisit you like a place

bringing gifts from faraway,

indefensibly,

i might use your name.

would you forgive my dreams? after all,

i only have dreams.

i might take you up (only if you were-

often i wish you would come to me- asking)

is every invitation a secret sacrifice burnt into the sweet smoke of the day as the lifted haze of this infinite mourning, in your wake i will

surely take a walk.

don't comfort me, i feel as mild and abstruse

as the wind that blew the canoe back across the pond.

i would rather you have granted some

fiercer suffering simply so i might

hang it up and arrange the notes, we all need

something to do. i would commit myself

to anything so long as it was, beautiful.

i also cannot vindicate you, hold you up in any way

except to the light as settles across the smudged work of evening,

i hope you wake in the day knowing your own always,

that you slip into your own room, but someday come back out again

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