chivalric garbage in front of truck

 At town dump, woman 

shuffles to hatch as worker

Helps her transfer bags

no place to stand, step along

 all the stances fail

only dancers know the truth

they turn turn and turn

final circle

                “Poetry is the orphan of silence.” — Charles Simic

When here, so lovely

Now gone, what was really here?

Letter on lintel

sunny travel companion

 “God is us,” He said

In prison yesterday — on

Our way through the field

we have all been here before

the sad case of the man who lost and refused to admit it

 Hard to imagine

Anyone not disgusted —

Derilect disgrace

commentary

 When everything falls

Away, nothing remains — there,

Stay there, go nowhere

there’s nothing else (to say)

Ask me my belief —

Day sits within itself, there’s 

No belief, just day

have you learned nothing yet

 those names you look for -- 

they belong to themselves, stop,

stay with the nameless

your turn

 I am who am

It is what it is

Who do you think you are?

sleep is where nothing hides

 The original

Reveal — light traveling dark

Is where cosmos lives

there is no going away

 If now is alone

Time will have gone away -- you

meet oneself always

Time means change, no time no change

Alone, now, God is as is

turn around, look at me (see what is not there)

 Opposite silence

Isn’t noise, it’s words —

Gaze is all one needs

covering a bet made long ago

If I speak to you 

will you promise stark silence —

light afternoon breeze

embarrassment of jaded contributions

 It’s  hard to ask for

Help to stop guns of war kill

Brothers and sisters —

America’s a hateful 

Place the ignorant get rich

do I know you

 Anyone might be

Anyone, we come far to

Where we who we are

passing intimation of mortality

 Ah, it rains, surprise

Sounds on porch roof lightly —

Forget me, it says 

of all, the earth

 This is my body

Given, for all, night gust, here

Prayer feels passing —

It doesn’t matter when God

Silence itself, makes no sound