In The Early Morning Rain
To my family & friends          “Hello”
And money. With something inside us we float up

Through the blown clouds and the plate glass,
sunlight slides across the chrome fountains.
The Muzak drones like some huge machine

Henry Incinerator danced all night
destroying.

His view of it all like a waltzing boat
found it well, whatever the sounding:
he rode it out on top.

There will never again
be this driveway
of fresh snow, one pair

You are seventeen, your name
is Sally & you
get wet

to leave it empty on the shores of time,
and shining, will mean to live and write

Scrub and stone, show me
a passage through to set me free

But here at a thousand metres and more in the Apennines
hasn’t time come round again with summer

Morning came, in buckles and lace,
asking to be held. The birds began
with sultry murmurs, their notes soon rising like sirens.