the hands commit
gifts, sheared of
pasts, decorous remembrance
tolls unevenly fog
amidst Wednesday's
solemnity, you arrive 
ready at last for
the weak undertow to
drug you, willing,
to shore, where a circle
of hermits plants
hayseed and lilac
strident horn had
fallen, instinctual
look at sound       

Vincent Katz Index
The East Village Poetry Web
Vincent Katz