For Jim Krull (I) - Eliot Cardinaux

Smile so

the daft and pure

expanse of watering,

this – town is like a swell of music,

  panting for warm phrase

           

exudes –

wanderers,

not strictly,

Catapult the empty sugar jar

into the sky

for to uncover

is to sing

and you,    not daft,

                  not pure,

don’t let the other ring.

Raised head for what was true,

            old things, not accrue.

                               September 9th, '10