a new science of memories

silent running       putting it before
the horse       this I’m not painting       suggests movement
in sharp thoughts uphill       the reason?       you there
solving her problems       how do you know where
his hat meets his brow       ‘look like you don’t see me
as I draw up a grey shroud darker
around my eyes
                                 I’ll be invisible’
I have held you as surely in my arms
while dogs turned idly in their sleep
unable to pretend it is usual
to stay where you lie in hay       I will
miss you       the top of the hill’s out of shot
                       tomorrow we would arrange this better
I know you’re gone but please we’ll just pretend