H e a r t S o n s & H e a r t D a u g h t e r s of A l l e n G i n s b e r g

N a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i v e s E d i t i o n

BOB RIXON

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It is May

& I have missed

half of this spring

you bring it to me now

with a lovely sleepless night

At 2 a.m. I am reading

the poets of Provence

I hear the bird singing

at 3 a.m.

sad & hopeful riffs

at 4 a.m. I am consumed

with hunger

I light the kitchen

searching for a snack

but it is you

I am seeking

at 5 a.m. birds again

seagulls fly over

on their way to the park

but it is you

who sails over my bed

the trees throw off

their shadows

there are flowers

beneath them

now I can see this spring

you have brought it to me.