maybe never now

the blue range

floats upon the sound

quiet from this vantage

like piles of crumpled leather

strewn and foreshortened

atop a landscape of planer frost

gaps in the hovering cloud cover

soft and lumpy and low

cast a juxtaposition of shards

of angular light

moving patiently across

peak to slope to peak

light highlights that which I forgot

was green and growing as I am

cells self-replicating in silence
in forgotten perpetuity

were the blankets of conifers

losing all original self to time as I have but

still marked recognizable by a code unseen

there is no now now

only the projection of just what was

just witnessed by the narrows of our senses

as the fragments of light continue to move

away from where they registered

in the moment after a moment ago

3000 (4828 km)

in the absence of light
to know hardness just below
riding two wheels is flight soundless to the wind

i tore down off-broadway
as if my day warranted exodus
past homes preparing for rest where
there were a few porch lights accompanied
only by the flickering red and white
of those on the flats

other riders took with me a bold hard line
on the grid and towards the bright glazed tower spires
reflecting twice their stature in the sheltered bay
i knew from a newborn memory was there
a glass shard in an arboreal vastness

i am three thousand miles from home
(perhaps soon just four more blocks)
and the tug pull of old losing ground to
the new has commenced

with sadness the space between
my two homes will never fold

I SAID, YOU ARE GODS

pittsburgh

our city was a rare beautiful that time of year

freezing rain shrouded our ancient hilltops

from view for days but that day

held only a patient cerulean sky

i took the long way that night

after the hue faded so

i might witness the remaining sunset burn

and its crisp cast igniting halos above everything

as if it all bore a presumed magnificence

i would rather call than write you

to let you know how seeing you

would have made my tomorrow perfect

but my absent patience brought me whole

instead across town to zulema street then

just as the sky went urban starless black

people as in new york cop shows

during segues between scenes

were out on their concrete walkups

loitering as if time was no matter and

as if the weather had turned gold for good

as i locked my bicycle to your front stoop and

dialed your framingham number still new to me

wishing the wind

learning cypress mountain

rivers of sand

little penn

flowers mister

moving the dead air like an uninterrupted chorus of heavy wake
vehicles roll their black soles over bleached asphalt grit
all day and all night and find pauses for breath
dictated only by amber to red
---
mister sits upon one overturned bucket
an interruption in the pattern of others
right-sided and filled with cut flowers bright
and fresh beneath their plastic wrap
and unknowing of the exhaust unseen from
ancient petroleum plants and bits of synthetic rubber
---
he sits between the scissor blades of traffic
waiting patiently for those breaths
to deal in pedals and pollen
pure and moist
---
he inhales tobacco smoke
as if to match the unseen carbon grime
up in his clothing fibers with
his darkened lungs
---
his math is tight
hard hands wring
posture wilts slightly
with each passing green and no empty buckets
---
the flower death began in the land of windmills and levees
but still for another day live here amidst the choked air
and the impermeable ground and the vehicles who
feign the good life with chromed plastic
---
mister is a ruse of make-believe
a spirit sent to shed anonymous light upon that
which is the fading paradox

Kraynick's

On Tue, May 4, 2010 at 4:11 PM, Bartley, Clarence wrote:

I talked to him yesterday, to make sure he got your stuff.
He said he wanted to look at it later in the day.

I know he was working from home, and I think had to take his wife to the Dr.
We are definitely looking for help, so I think we will be calling you hopefully soon.
I'm slammed with work.

Maybe we can go to dinner Friday and watch the game.

springtime in friendship