every 1st september we joke about getting ready for hogwarts to cover up the very real and very very deep scars of never getting our letters
"And then there were three
whereas before there had been four
And then there were four or two.”
Thus spake the King.
No one dared ask what it meant.
He seemed satisfied by the beauty
of the logic that had arrived,
the royal hall now lightly radiant
as he arose from his throne
and the world fell away,
courtiers, battlements, and clouds,
and he rose like a piece of paper
on which his effigy had been traced
in dotted lines whose dots came loose
and flew away to a place in history
where nothing mattered.
And then there was one.
Stairway to the Stars by Ron Padgett
How much delight before we collapse
How much earth in the lungs
How much wine
When we want more
When the weeds sprawl
It is not what you think
Think how fast some landscapes change
the lover, the gardener’s grand idea,
the failing Maple
the boat about to capsize
the hand’s reflection
the impossibile replication of weight
how it will never mean what you want
The Impossible Replication of Desire by Lee Herrick