Monday, October 12, 2015

wild boar jumping through the woods

for you brother J. W. for you J. and W.

the sky is here compact like a metal pig-house
under which we grunt for precision,
but you, my friend, are free.
and don’t worry about time – time is the only thing we have;
stop finding it, just write, love and, yes,
make something beautiful
like the sound of this wild boar

caught jumping through the woods.