MAY TRUTH
I too see yes terd ay onl y today,
because my poor eyes are ill and were
born onl y for women and for tears,
though you know, bro thers, sisters,
yes terday May truth wa lked
your s tree ts, a ll fl ower-bedecked.
With a woman and with tears in my eyes
I tread the road of the tru th of May
between th e stone wa ll s, with fl owers, and
brown-eyed deer fawns come up to me,
lick my hang ing h and , and
titmi ce lay a nes t in my ha ir :
beca use, bro thers, sis ters,
my road is a cursed fa ll pl anting, la te sowing
into missed Mays.
FORGIVENESS
I'm sleeping th e dreams of milk-fl avored white
children and by mo rning my heart shines
on my ches t's peculi ar , g leaming landscap e.
Today on the hill s o f goodness I
tended a fl ock by ni ght, but by dawn
I h ad los t them and now I'm a lon e.
Quietl y I bow my head on my ches t
and a t such times I drop my poor heart
into this or th a t beggar 's deadl y p a lm.
