The Left Column


from poem page 159
Politics for Poets
In the afternoon
The sun comes through.



snow on roofs in Vermont
Winter, 2011.
beside the Conneticuit River, 
White River Junction, VT

layered snow on a metal
roof in the sun
White River Junction, Feb, 2011


At 11:52:12 PM EDT on Mon Nov 1, 2010 bperil wrote:
     
   How close can I be to you?
   I want to be inside your heart.
   I enjoy closeness with you.
  I want you to have your time apart.

  If there were things I could say
    I can't say them, you won't listen.
  You'll wonder off
      to the top of the barn
     and find some destraction
   and another way to escape, following off
     and up the hill and away
  to the better part of your day
    without me and I'm OK with that
    even though it was very many years.

  I always felt you in my heart and in my dreaming mind.
    You were never gone there.
  Maybe far  away,
     but safe and free
      and winning