Prospect of Release
Sonnet 1
That one is conscious and not know why
like cleaved rock or two that never joined
eyes blue in life become brown coals
silent as the Kodak into which they stare
from the rear of a backyard family gathering.
Brothers-in-law caper in the foreground.
Seasons, months, weeks, moments flatten
against the horizon, forgotten. To whom
now do I belong? An infinity of numbers
whose factor is three. I saw it was
a volume. At sea when I met him, light
poured in unrecalled, he offered no answers
to the questions I asked whose answers
were obvious, and I did not know why.
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Prospect of Release was written in 1990 and published in 1996 by Chax Press. It can be ordered from the publisher or, like my other books, it is available from Small Press Distribution or Amazon.