sun wind afternoon conversation,
shaved heads checkin post office boards for numbered houses,
tea served by humble Rastafarian man child,
literary discoveries comin from Pluto 12th house manifestations
as survival qualities sketch an stretch out
on dancin canyon sidewalks
here, Mule Mountain cactus honey's drips plentiful,
our table strewn with Miller's notes, Tropics Cancer and Capricorn,
Book of Friends, Plexus and Sexus, The Cosmological Eye,
mixed with zeroxed letters from Anaïs Nin
we salute Happy Miller Day,
Henry, who taught there are no such aspects as trines or squares:
habit is often mistaken for love
“thanks, we’d love another cup!”
(our barefeet massagin under oak table)
sun wind afternoon conversation,
while designin a slide show for later this week,
a singular thought permeates:
Miller so loved the freedom of comin and goin
that on another April day 1933 Clichy,
when there was a knock on his door
we note his exploits (so no one forgets),
Miller’s incipient genius reflected effortlessly
non-stop articulation on infinite subjects,
not until his later forties
would Henry birth those mercurial miracles,
transited from a brilliant nexus
perhaps foreordained by a
Brooklyn afternoon conversation