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A new short story

take the body

banjaxed by its multiplying failures

and the mind

encumbered by unexpected subtractions

so the path ahead narrows and steepens

towards a destination

neither sought nor known

a world-entire begins its slow retreat

 

keys that opened the house for decades

refuse to turn

no matter how they’re coaxed and coddled

A Sequence of Poems

 

Everything we have heard and read
pushes us out to get the big contract:
‘with my body I thee worship.’ There already
we see conditions to the important act:
‘in sickness and in health’ ‘till death’ and so on.
At this point our eyes cross. We smile and sign,
having, we think, enough to go on. Good will has mixed and melted yours and mine

It may take years to reach the smallest print,
where happiness hides: ‘no call for certain words’
‘days to remember’ ‘power must be concealed’‘flattery, to be offered without stint’  
clauses not noticed when the astonished birdswatched us undressing in that summer field. 

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