Wait for me-- encouragement--I will write a symphony;
and angels will dive perilous to hear my shy note quivering
trembling the last note left
hanging on the treble cleft
dangling the precipice of how far I have to fall.
Cheer me on, as I gulp pints, I will prove to you good sport.
I'll spurt the foam through my blown nose and slam it, all victorious
cross-eyed, bottoming the top
with all the brough-ha-ha--heh-ha
dizzy in the jubilance of the moment of the thrall.
And if I see you look away?
A hint of disapproval may
prompt me to don my white gloves
and scold myself in want of love--
I'll be anything at all
just tell me
I'll pick up a dauber's brush and pluck at my own eyelashes
just to get a movement right, delicate in crevices
as a shadow argues line
as if it were the end of time
waiting on a sundial, in seasons of the rain.
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With thanks to the folks in C/A and chopsticks--I made that change suggested, and jim? I kept the "encouragement" because it suited me to do so.