ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 3
I RECALL A JUNE DAY IN THE FIFTIES
brief as any
gone as each
time doesn't
move there
that morning
never leaves
me or I have
never left it
that morning
recalled now
by only one
of us alive
for each of the
mornings laid
on our earth
is set there
for just one
child staring
at the two
inch space
above the dirt
amongst grass
fibers field
of miniature
flowering only
noticed by the
smallest bees
and the child
innumerable
the scuttling
legs there the
exchanges of
energies the
clever lives
spent in that
fast eternity