
and what’s the work?
To ease the pain of living.
Everything else, drunken
dumbshow.
– Allen Ginsberg
I have no appetite for news, yet addicted
to reason less obvious
than the Emperor’s latest haberdashery.
Coffee conversation stops
to the quiet glide of a Cooper’s Hawk
beneath the roof overhead, limp legs
dangling, quail warm before breakfast.
She has chosen the four of us
to interrupt, to remind of naked grace
in a profane world—to ease the taloned
hold of the drunken dumbshow
before we hay the cows
and we feel blessed
for prolonged moments of wonder unwound
to remember who we are.
‘A WARNING TO MY READERS’
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