-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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