A windmill! . . .only if the rope is
secure which holds the
lead blade to the anchor
Scott Cairns “The Holy Ghost” in “Compass of Affection”
- Is blade held to anchor? My soul to my body?
- Absinthe used to work
no more for me.
- Now hard weeks of tunneling thru rubble of affection
& the kitchen clatters down over the phone.
- When I wrote of your craziness at the veneer light of the South.
I too have gone thru the arches of Arles
- with you
- I vow not to take my hand from
yours thru halls of thel asylum
till orchard blooms, your sunflowers, Vincent,
redolent of olive oil
benediction wine to rinse
misery, dark scenes at the end of a lifetime.