One sparrow is worth a thousand gulls,
When it sings. The gull sits on chimney-tops.
He mocks the guinea, challenges
The crow, inciting various modes.
The sparrow requites one, without intent.
An exercise in viewing the world.
On the motive! But one looks at the sea
As one improvises, on the piano.
This cloudy world, by aid of land and sea,
Night and day, wind and quiet, produces
More nights, more days, more clouds, more worlds.
I did not know what I would not want
That you would want
just a fill in your blank
Your polite rage
as quiet riot
Let’s not have another clash.
Though nothing is left but a pillar of salt
L’essentiel est invisible pour les yeux
I’m sorry to have held up the mirror
To what you did and did not want to see
Strange, the convolutions and diffractions of the reflective:
We are trapped in our mind’s eye;
For all its convexity and concavity,
Alone there can be no depth perception
Thank you for the time spent
Sitting beside me on the couch
Teaching me how to calculate potential energy.
In kinesis energy can be misdirected
But never lost
A true siren
Your biology is in keeping with evolution,
of pressures of fitness.
The brightest colors are to be avoided,
Attractive in their portent.
I wish you didn’t cry so,Or that I was farther away so as not to hear your musicPied, I’ll always be inclined
What if we do?