XVI
A weather vane knows more about poetry
Even though a thermometer will tell you when bones hurt
A frosted window, who just took a shower
Or that I have showered
This is as good a start as any
Each wind directs the weathervane
To language
But not the ghost of my bath
Foggy glass
Knows more about me
Than soaps
Shampoo too
How much you use measures how clean
Your sentence is
This too is weather
XXII
I could only sit a minute more
We went north while reading
Impatiently
Someone else's sentence
Dear Dante
Forgive me
The volcanic rocks, the lava
The whole descent
You are not here but
I stole them from you
Anyway Dear Guido
I wish you and I and Rebecca could go sailing
But do you have a boat
I stole this idea of sailing
-Anthony Hawley
