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Grandfather

Don't go anywhere.
Grandfather, we're almost there.

We had to stop by the florist
(did you even like flowers?)
Dad bought fruit
(I love grapes, what a waste)

and Grandmother will weep, as
we chant Chinese hymns
I don't understand.
I'll mumble some Chinglish,
trying to care.

But I can't.
I was seven
and you were dead.

For You

I've nourished seeds to offer trees;
I've knifed myself,
and seen what pigment I bleed

still,
from mountain height
I fling myself,
test gravity's mercy

A Man With Nothing,
Wanting Something,
To Handcuff to His Heart

I:
The first time we spoke
we were reunited.
You gazed toward me- Kendra,
did you know?

I dreamt addicted:
your feathered promises were the nest.  Then
alone perched near the ledge, I was cold
wailing.
Do you know any thing?

Time meets time, ghosts
entwine.

II:
Apologize, Kendra:
a three legged German shepherd, a Morlock-
you'd have treated them worse.
Bitch, apologize:
the Morlock, the three legged German shepherd
deserve to be treated best.

III:
So shatter:
use sloppy
Elmer's glue.

'You who never arrived'

You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment. All the immense
images in me- the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected
turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods-
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house-, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,-
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled,
gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows?
perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening...

~Rainer Maria Rilke