Classes

they should be held in the open.

free. you should talk, then I:

we will have communion, here under

the bright green leaves of a Spring

all will remember as our awakening.

class, I'm talking to you.

it's important we touch each other,

no matter how foolish the gesture

(this connection, couldn't matter less-

who but a fool cares about commas?

Iam here,

you, there. ah, but you sleep.

& I drowse. at least we share

this room, let that be recorded:

together, we dream these hours

and, perhaps, each other.

class. I hear your names

like strokes against ancient cymbals,

ghosts, voices answering to a role.

class. we are dying, do you know

that? mustn't we speak, now? or

for God's sake let's end this farce,

let tree roots claim us, spreading

its branches to the sky, let us live

that way, if we can manage no other.