and another-- 

and another--

Born Naked


The pathway and the porch
are both pressed posies in this folio,
are times folded carefully in the pocket.
I attend tearfully in each place
Another teather intricately unwound.
We mince half bitten inclinations and always
Ride alone past places
Opening in a world of sleep.
We must half blessed always walk half bound
Putting this other everafter, walking in affected places.
Forever eases in time my
Dog tired path-- what we do now takes
The teeth down with no outrage
In the rose-garden. Morning watches everything
Tire, in your mouth.