Blue Drop-off (I Am Watching)
I could wait
all night
by the level edge
the drop-off of the blue world
I do not know what comes after
everything that ripples
running suddenly smooth
to water without ships
a body that has suffered no touch
carried nothing
no offering
sound of milk over shale
no place to gather
but a revolving light
a sign I have not seen and will see again
I am watching
Annnnnnnnnnnd something not-mine that I love:
Tree and Sky
by William Carlos Williams
Again
the bare brush of
the half-broken
and already-written-of
tree alone
on its battered
hummock---
Above
among the shufflings
of the distant
cloud-rifts
vaporously
the unmoving
blue
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