And then this
why oh why
do its fingers
find the strings
and though delicately
still somehow pluck
and I’m played
a little bit
out of tune
but still the
same old song
and my body
feels the haunting
vibrations of longing
deep and dark
and somewhere inside
it warming me
knowing I’m alive
Wash
What’s left
of you
hides in
the hamper
picked up
and put
waiting to
be washed
when again
at last
it will
be fresh
to once
again hide
your body
from eyes
never meant
to see
Swing
I wonder then
if when I
you do too
or if when
you do see
a sandlot swing
you remember pushing
me to dizzying
heights higher so
to touch sky
or if like
I do when
I go by
Are
In the present
I have forgotten
how things came
to as are
I no longer
remember the harvest
or the gathering
and this comes
as a surprise
hearing myself say
there you be
and I belong
Other
I wrote you
and going back
I’ve wondered why
was it to
keep you after
or was it
to create you
in a way
that I wanted
you said once
that I wrote
you in ways
that were better
than you are
you were right
then all along
and I Giuseppe
built you up
into something other
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 