July 1, 2002

• I'll be writing some things about my wonderful trip soon, but for the moment, here's a poem I wrote for a new friend I met. It was written quickly, and is deliberately obscure so that even she wouldn't easily figure out its meaning. unlike most of my poems, this one has a title, but it's purely utilitarian...

  
  

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  For Sam

  
  

  When
  The time's burden laid simple and bleak
  Truth loses sight
  Soldiers lose conviction, wandering in thick air
  And the trainer becomes the trained
  Then must windows be resealed
  The hearth be fed and stoked
  And a short end bidden to long ago gone.
  Brief glimpse
  Painted on telescope with gossamer brush
  Wears tracks in the landscape green
  With or without the light feet of morning.
  In sleep, no delicate strands of heavy night
  In smile, no ships put to sea
  In time no time at all.
  And so the vision of walking rolling flight slide
  Hangs green as the air moves grey
  Strings tempered, jangling but sublime
  The moon revolves once again
  In her orbit round the sun's jest.
  And so, away.

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