THREE
Can
you hold me?
No
Because
I am only color; blues and yellows
Verdigris
on my tongue
Soft
yellow light
I
see you and wonder how you can be so solid
How
you can give form to the color
How
you can be solid and here and not disappearing, like I am
(I have already disappeared)
You
are visible and you are here
Am
I here?
FOUR
His voice: “What is”
The air gone out of the train so that, like fish,
our mouths open-shut
in
a spasmodic desire to
speak
Tell you what it is
The
train
is
on fire
with
feeling
with
fear
Wild-eyed on every side
A wing-flutter snapshot
sinks
to
meet
the ground.
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