CLEAR AIR
It only takes a momentary glimpse in time
to be able to make do
with it – all
the righted and wronged
put achafed away
from the desk light
of dawn’s prowling
fingering of your mind’s
view point of looking good
for dream’s purposes.
The waking moment is not
to be answered for but served
coldly before the glimmer
of unswordly light
and remonisances.
