from The P(r)etty Sonnets

XVI

A weather vane knows more about poetry Even though a thermometer will tell you when bones hurt A frosted window, who just took a shower Or that I have showered This is as good a start as any Each wind directs the weathervane To language But not the ghost of my bath Foggy glass Knows more about me Than soaps Shampoo too How much you use measures how clean Your sentence is This too is weather XXII I could only sit a minute more We went north while reading Impatiently Someone else’s sentence Dear Dante Forgive me The volcanic rocks, the lava The whole descent You are not here but I stole them from you Anyway Dear Guido I wish you and I and Rebecca could go sailing But do you have a boat I stole this idea of sailing

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