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IMPROVISATION by Eric Rosenbloom copyright 2001 Our whirled laughs, ha ha, the spirit Strikes us funny, death on holiday, And life’s green blossoms blossom forth, Three steps to madness, dance of love, Her furled leaves: The stones that turn to stare, The sun that slinks away, a thousand stars Suffice to read these shapes and lift This flower to your lips O love That day that holy day ho ho. To wait, wait, a burden undeserved, A crush, a cold bed spurned by sleep, Its wages cut by anxious woes, and foes, It slows in approach and flees, jumping away. My bowels clench with the twisting sheet. My teeth are clamped by nervous jaw. My muscles knot. The blood has drained away. My limbs are only twinges in the suffocating night The phlegm is rising against each breath, No heat is left but wheezing memory And parched lip and bruised rib. And I will drink the new day’s light. Transforming night that brings a smiling sun: A round of song to greet the day, hey hey, What shines of yesterday, the holy dream, The soft embrace, the kiss That carries us each day on day And days are not dark and nights know rest And warm blood fills your lips And I hold your hand in mine. |