I Haven’t the Faintest; None

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I Haven’t the Faintest; None

 

i haven’t the faintest; none.

the sky, the world, the pregnant girl;

the smell of autumn and leaves ready for kicking

on roadsides and in liturgies; rural

church days (and every all days) say:

‘i and these my own are for you.’

and i know you:

you’re the place i’ve been walking towards.

 

all the king’s men and the horses thereof

fixed in their orbits, by and by, by love.

her abdomen, her neck, the swale of her back and then…

harvest time, hardware stores, lemon trees and monasteries

say: ‘i and these my own are for you.’

and i know you:

but I haven’t the faintest; none.

 

Minneapolis, 2007. Self-published in Clay Eyes.

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