2025-01-23

Hopes?

It’s recognizable——
The hole in my palm
Is sizeable:
A coconut un-songed
Sleeps hidden in hay,
And cock crows the way

Yet obscured by snow——
Thus, it can be recalled
Before you even know
That paint dries off the wall:
Former figure now pasted away;
The workers choke their working day.

Would that he could reveal
The oustide’s in.
Could that he would make real
The inside’s win,
Make prodigal those parts gone astray
And bring back hither not but to say:

“Remember, when we first met,
How young and delicate I was?
You stifled my gaze, but my heart not yet
Free still sings and dances because
I can’t just visit, so I plan to stay.
I’m going to go back there some day.”