Early Before Noon
Limb, Limbs flashing, always limbs
pink- bronze and young leaves
almost turned with fall â seasons all late
this year, and now always â the way
roses crystalize, long ahead, without nothing
the grass tips spurt fire,
climbing oneâs back and reminds as all
nature, to kill and exult;
the individual. Absolute and
ruthless distinction â all of manâs houses
hanging by rings with buzz and din.
Red doors, where grandfatherâs and
dead loves lay.
The cityâs din and hum a razor when calmâ still
bloody, more peace than â
we can laugh and burn and sit the rest
relaxed and realized that before,
as almost all of whatâs toâs
been figured, so sit and eat the new and old
fineries â and drink! â and know thereâs
something more to do until we are all
wise and beyond love.