clouds clouds only flash past the waters such noumena
at Kennebunkport i’m learning to be peacefully aware of the clank of the wild roses that are not my business
i can’t sentence enough though my memories barking at my heels ever since i woke up in a cabin not very far from the Dock square where last night i believe a kind of green of something gossamery near the windowsill was hankering for the warm breath of the stars through the rips of a sultry sky
& yes with a new name without forgetting my bitter name i was thinking of the merriment promised behind the yellow door left ajar
the lamps & my memories were gleaming enough to lug my heart calcined enough to subside into the duende
so doomed yet trim & jaunty my heart finally floated
last night at every bend of Kennebunk river the drunken boat…
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