Saturday, April 10, 2010
That Bluet Breaks Me Up
"The day gets slowly started." --James Schuyler
I guess April's pretty cruel. No one can quite wake up
it's sun and sun and blue, except in the shade, where it's
clammy death. Last week was jury duty-- didn't get picked--
and summer warm in early spring, and I walked the Hudson
thinking lines: "In spring, I give a damn!" Where were you
when you wrote about the day getting slowly started?
(Where are the you that was you? Gone.) Listen--
I keep doing this thing lately where I say, "Listen--"
and then I have nothing to say.