"adacadabra" poems
Determined to scatter himself in imperfect sweetness
undress those present to clothe those absent
translate the Universe or lie
rummage kneeling through dark places
before a cackle or a cry
turn on the light with shadowy voice
pray, plant, pull down
from amen to adacadabra
he came today and forever
to be a poet.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 3:55 PM UTC