Her Undulating Scales.

On the last day of class
We will be expected to go
To something.

Compact words collide,
Bringing headaches
And tearful nights.

Take a strand of yard and stretch it,
Sinewy words
Strands of everything and nothing,
Clear as glass.

One end to another
We race
To touch the setting sun. It brings
Two
Or Three
Ideas.

Unpack a postcard
From a far-away funeral
Truth and life are within.

One should live
As those around him live
Writing
As though everyone is watching.
Keep reading
Over and over and over again.
Words will find you.

Would you prefer
The inflection or the innuendo?
Doing the thing
Caught in the moment
                                or
Reflecting like a pool?

The sun is
Most important
Stevens
Is a poem
Of the weather.

Shadows.

I'm not sure if I love it or hate it but it exists now.