Monday, May 16, 2005

hats poem

Night extends to satisfy the sky
One night hotels excite themselves with argument

Oh, that it presses on my head!
not necessity but forms of presence

The space, the yellow dog, that one iron gate
the brim, a sliding terrazzo

Consider, it was interruption
surrounding time, a house, a dream

Prepare to face order, contact faces
what decree creates the hour, an hour that's whole and works

Days before days

If the confidence of the hour takes the stairs to return
and comes low, the end is average

And help, in my opinion
all these hats relate to something!

2 Comments:

Blogger Okir said...

I extend my hatful of stars to you, and your beautiful poem.

3:23 am  
Blogger Jay Rosevear said...

your stars happily received, many thanks.

10:18 am  

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