After The Lemon Tree, we're made
Come home
Foment fresh adventures daily
Despite our ignorances
Pile up poetry
Sweep beyond it
With the eyes of language
Small hard gritlike words
To play unmediated upon our nerves
A whole sensate realm created.

We talk about adjustment then
Paint, work, raise up children
Grow old
Erode under the rain of words & wisdom
Like tears down our faces.
Beyond this drizzle, the light.
The world after all can't trundle off without us
We are its smile
Sweet but unphilosophical, a lyric destiny
Leading us into some final rite.



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