Today (for Larry Sawyer)

for Larry Sawyer

You are the guest of honor in my heart. 
Appreciator-in-chief, you listen 
Insistently to insistence keening 
Out of the mouths of others at all hours 
In your sleep that cannot sleep that lies awake 
In the city full of beautiful 
You crash teach repeatedly to honor each 
Voice separate while woven within a womb 
Of staves now I have to ask what is it like 
To propel your continuo from beyond 
That once body now uplifted past 
Our only terra firma your sweet lovely 
Loving face facing Venus Nefertiti 
Picnicking now at the hour of every 
Daylight twirled around oncoming twilight 
You blaze above beneath within us all 
Boyishly beloved host of matins 
Vespers minus vestments all laud to 
Overhearing in free form free of edges 
Free of memory free of observing thin
Biographies in motion stooping 
To conquer cul-de-sacs still incessantly 
Round and warm with itinerant blossoming
Those generous custodial wings of you.






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