Anger Has Edges
I wish I had known that.
I wish I had known, answers
because of my question.
You cast me. But
I skip through your bedrooms.
I ride your trapeze.
I am bone, I am
or a liver spot.
Invitation
There is nothing worth stealing
here. We have all
we need. And sun and street
sounds. We have geraniums
in the window. But
have you seen how
the long-married couples
go into summer evenings
holding hands as if
they were closer by that?
We have music. And
grapes. You sketch
the world on paper
napkins. I love words.
We want nothing: but
have you seen how
they walk together,
how they talk
and smile, together
in the streets?
Listen: Today is
not yesterday or
its shadows. We are,
with a difference,
solid as concrete.
We can
risk the disappointing movies
or join some small parade
or envy lovers,
or walk
among the leggy girls
and the jawing law clerks
at the public fountain.
We can go now
into this city here.
