JUST ABOVE FREEZING
Poems by Lawrence Carradini

I am fainting.
I am wondering why the birds
fly south
when it is seventy-nine

degrees
of wonder, why it is warmth
of wonder
that keeps me
questioning
if -

I am fainting. If
I am holding
on
To simple things
I am wondering
why?

I am wondering why it is that
something
that should be

as simple as

love
creates convolutions
twisted
pathways crossing
brain-loops
cross-hemispherical
cross-
wired
wireless
mix

mastered
and slashed
on some vinyl
of the
needled mind?

I am wondering
why
the needle breaks -

the skin
is thin
flakes
surrounding
the drifts.
We are snowmen melting.


We are puddles
after bonds
broken,

we are left

The Dog.


Without
a cat.


Each bird
a dream.


I am fainting;

blurred,

it looks as if

all

the birds


have
flown.