Sing or Weep
I bury the baggages under the orchard trees
Sing in the stable
Am singing
Kin on the wooden bed convalescent
I only sing for you
You who sit upon sleepers
like a white lamb silently reading another tail-dragging
white lamb
you say you are lonely
just like so long ago
When Mars shone upon 13 state capitals
you are lonely like that
You weep in the night
like a log weeping
like kaleidoscopic soil, extruding fragance.
