The Position

About last night

And other times

In the caves

And under

Tied on a limb

And dangling

The fishing lake

On the corner

Am I retired?

Am I despised?

Where am I?

Remind me again

Suspicious lines

Of frozen bait

The crackling ice

And the airloom

Am I retired?

Do I despise?

When all the flowers

In the park

In the wind

Fall apart

They come, marble eyed

Crashing through the frame

And all at once forget again

Forget, forget again