Alight sound of bending branch and caramel
light, auspicious or anticipation of auspice.
Last night we slept in a handicapped bathroom
with; where might we have gone off track,
did Carolyn return and leave in the night (it was a well
worn notion), things like this. What amounted
to breath between us, and our thinking is this
Glastonbury?
Still several large piles of stuff battening down
the sluice choice of attendants. Struggling
goodheaded asceticism and attendant on
what amounted to saltpeter of ground outstretched,
brutalist of civic amphitheater construction, sugar
plums of all-weather maroon seats extruded and
bolted into cement steppes; that this should be
lauded amongst us? with a clearview of life ascendant?!
The mexican stoneware giving way to porcelain?
Slush to glacial ice? This to Glastonbury?
·
By advantage of some years hence, the week
bested us. Neither apparent risk of sleeping rough
or going seeming the good choice, now is dross,
gravel, soporific, it is hard to now work up.
Or an absence amongst the returned us.
Yet, whomever we then lost. Glastonbury, it was.
