-let's talk-
1.
Let’s talk of lizards and fish; pavement, water,——
the attitudes of cloth;
the merits of subterranean systems well engineered.
You know, there are those who have written volumes on
Leonardo's conceptions.
Let it all be heard in good company.
Mountains and plains;
stars in the sand— how steel; the glass
and stone of the cities is ever-changing.
Or have I mentioned these things before?
Now the weathered fishers
glancing to their beaten smacks for simple relief,
reflect the hands of sea-toilers, and even through rainfall's
drenched intersession,
continue their labor of salts a leather of skin.
Let’s keep our options open, our mouths cautious,
and our eyes peeled and ready.
Let's talk about weather.
Other than that, we may not have a clear destination.
Don’t worry.
The seasons will testify truthfully.
I once asked stone to tell me things.
I was drunk with dreams at the time, following a blind philosophy.
But stone sits silently absorbing inquiries, confessing to nothing.
I was simply introduced as next in a row of fools to romance its council.
Let's consider our places in the category of achievement:
old philanthropist, young conductor, C student, recurring participant,
motor-junkie, tin-knocker or slick, poem-writer.
Look:
everything is relative,
and in the final cut, immediate.
2.
Thursday last, a scheduled trip to the Fogg Museum was cancelled
as I observed my plumber, elbow deep in his labor, addressing
the toilet's relentless gurgle.
Thursday last, a fat-assed plumber immersed within the simple toilet
held greater importance in my life than Schaufelein’s penned, the brown,
Adoration of the Magi.
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