a prose poem to leonard

another prose poem, this time from Proverbs For The Initiated - (c) 1999 - by Cedar Hills.

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LETTER TO LEONARD
- after Richard Hugo

the rains, as always clouds are forming between my fingers. even the wind has attained a voice. but i cannot understand the mumbles.

inspect the gate. a marvelous attempt, but given time it will sag & drag, like the others i have built.

i will tell the judge no lies. i cough for reasons other than influenza. piss on the black robes of ignorance. i speak only truth, as rock, as river, as talons of hawk.

i watched a woman last night, her hips as inviting as her lips. my voice failed as she smiled. darkness in the abstract diamond on her thin finger. oblivion sucked on her breasts until she vanished.

by morning, i will forget nothing. call the wind brother. we are each as vague & miserable.