New Poem Poem by Bull Hawking

When we write a new poem it is only new

A short time

This new poem will be different

It will always be new for you

So you will always know

I'm thinking about you

Which I am

So if ever you think

You are forgotten

You aren't

But I am full of feeling

Feeling for you

I can be slow

Because these trances

Are like dances

They consume me before the fire

Thoughts of you make me

Hot as reddened coals


They keep me warm

Make me sweat

Make me curl into tallish air

The simple wisp you smell

From far