Jesse Glass

HEY!


A storm     black bag clouds
over the clotted mountains
		zooing in/the wind
nitters & natters.
		Apart from the lyric moment
when will it rain?

& you have wandered off beyond
my lantern     become
		a chisel mark
		full of dust & slack steel
unhealed, unhealable
unstacking yourself
		in another darkness:
The dim drops shatter.

Recall
		the doctor's machine
scooped it up to heaven
in a pair of new little shoes
		& our Shining Watcher
				remains	aware
true	between here and there
calls us to breakfast, lunch, even dine
				with unreasonable relatives
(less their umbrellas

river sloped, shoveled by the wind

will you return, knees
tucked beneath your chin
& arms around a mirror
will you come here for a moment

will you?















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