discerning tastes

discerning tastes

 

on Wyeth’s study for “Spring Fed” (1967)

                (first in watercolor then

                                tempera)

and

“Downspout” study for “Weatherside

                (1965)

                                (drybrush and watercolor)

 

 

 

  

sky water ground

                water all through-clouds  

                all through matters and avenues of stone and what once was

                stone

going over and if not over then

                                beneath and if

                                                not beneath

                some crack’s in

                and right

                and straight        on          that through

 

would you be able

to savor

                                the dispute

                                                :

                                the dry well buried            in                            the ground

                                                                        fed some,

                                                                                some,

by cedar gutters hand

-hewn hand

-hollowed and hung all along

his roofline and come down some into buckets

                                                                                   after the fall

                                                                and all those street savvy diversions

                                                                on the pitch that inches its white redolent way

                                                                                                d

                                                                                                o

                                                                                                w

                                                                                                n

 

                                                                                                d

                                                                                                o

                                                                                                w

                                                                                                n

                                                                                into the cooper strapped and strayed busheled wood or                                             terracotta clay hand

                                                                                         -made

                                                                                covered underground

                                                                                                sky fed well

                                                                                                        Or

                                                                                                          :::

                                                                                                           

                                                                                                    :

                                                            :

             :

or somewhere up

north of the hill and deep

                underneath

all of what's ever been

spilled

             *

                   *

                            *    

                                *    

                                           *   

felled

                :

                :

                :    

                    .    

                        .    .    .    .    .

and left and et to lie

for the immeasurable time of a now 

nude sycamore

and/or maybe the early coming on of late

spring hay before the rain

after it’s pitched and lifted

and on its way to being

baled and twined

and hoisted

truck-bed-loft

what eye looks

on what hand

almost thresher

caught and not

entirely a loss

but some of

a thumb a lump of

one finger

the sum coming up

dirt: the sun takes up

what it must and yes

the earth claims all

of what’s left.

And it's let like rent due

            and drawn upon being

collected even if it's all down to overdraft

at the spigot or in some wells as never

    go dry 

ground or sky.

and your tongue and my tongue

and your teeth and my teeth

and lips and  the bracing for cold for  the mineral

for the metal for the rust of the wet 

the w(het) of it