Ode to Happiness
Another dusk
with a round wooden table
empty chairs
leant back watching clouds
translating shapes against a light blue sky
of ever changing hues
against a tropical sky
shaded by shrubs like a garden
where Merwin met
infinity
where privacy ruled
behind a thicket behind a fence
a clearing in a mist of mythic making
where makers of metaphor made magic
a robin singing at twilight
his best song kept for dawn as sunlight fades
Leavetakings
fond farewells:
the future holds our death;
more urgent now to return
to that table, those chairs
those
bottles
of myth
we
poured nightly
Each return
brings death closer...
yet our myth is enriched
that table, those chairs
these glasses chinking
touching of hands, lips...
yet that place
does not
detain
us
our hands our eyes
recreate it
in another time
another place...
love your eyes
which bring me glimpses of north light
need the north light of your eyes
like a painter
painting
Dick Russell
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