the dreams of the exhausted

10/16/05

by the river-bank I’ll
have a drink or two as it all wraps up
one last shot
at the final last call
before I crawl back up the stairs
and rest my shoulders upon the
thin clear clouds so close to the lord
that burn with the fire of the sun
and chill with their ice
that sails the winds which lead me home
in snow and light
to the sound of a single cello
soft