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King Vulture (Sarcoramphus papa), head closeup (the white feather on its beak probably from its belly or under the wings), Berlin Zoological Gardens: photo by Adamantios, June 2007
Nothing is without place,
in mind, in physical apprehension --
or if "a dagger of the mind" is the purpose,
hold on to it for dear life, or else kill somebody.
Just when I thought I had it made, I lost it.
Just when I knew what to do, I was an old man.
You hear that bird sing in the tree there,
you still know what a tree is?
Love is a place, not a person, love is
a weather of time, a convenience to absent sorrows.
But talk is the cheapest of all, means what it wants to,
waits up for no one, always goes home alone.
in mind, in physical apprehension --
or if "a dagger of the mind" is the purpose,
hold on to it for dear life, or else kill somebody.
Just when I thought I had it made, I lost it.
Just when I knew what to do, I was an old man.
You hear that bird sing in the tree there,
you still know what a tree is?
Love is a place, not a person, love is
a weather of time, a convenience to absent sorrows.
But talk is the cheapest of all, means what it wants to,
waits up for no one, always goes home alone.
Snowy Owl (Bubo spondiacus), Berlin Zoological Gardens: photo by Adamantios, 2008
Robert Creeley: Love, from Places, 1990
