We come from
conversation no conclusion not frivolous;
writing a standpoint. One
common vision maintains Rilke’s tenderness moving
singing from the outset
down to the children
to the poet’s gift.
You have to slow down beloved,
but not far from the poem of your own.
English like rain, soon turns
into the ocean
but something closer
with time. By
now close they’re
beautiful out in the
fish,
after all, and two letters,
days.
