When can we be lazy?
like two dogs, with eyes half open;
stretching our legs through the grass,
laying; getting almost nothing done.
'Was told it wasn't he but was,
but promised it was she, was not;
they struggled to be we, and just forgot.'
A song for the innocent loner,
the plough-hand and fish-boner:
his slow pipe
lowers as he listens
Older body parts are the accessories for littler lives:
Older arms are the slings to be carried in;
Older legs are the stilts to stalk the earth with;
Sometimes an older hip is a convenient seat;
I reached out
as we slept,
finding the bed,