the very holy snowflakes

all the very holy snowflakes

discovered by horn-blowing fools

such as lovers

such as we,

melt back into juicy shows of toasted rivers

following the legends of the Sabbath Day

and within each abandoned trail

there lies something not found inside bible poems,

synthesized and corrected by men looking for action

(or their erections),

but the few wise ones among us

will know when to stop trying to become objective

so once the readings conclude

and all that survives is the loneliness

dividing God from His brother gods,

these desperate days may reveal

each afternoon unfolding without worry in the sunlight,

when we will at last breath free

waving to the children

running alongside the trains

back to Jordan

11/17/70