Layers

“Forget it” he said, in the Half-light of the motel Room. The shadows from the blinds Hit her shape as she glided Across the floor “One thing I can’t forget, Is that ghostly shape “ She said, weeping And the wind and the clouds And the half-light faded; fading Like dust to the stars And the wind, and the clouds And the half-light faded; fading Like the sway of a horse’s tail And somewhere, maybe Jerusalem, A horse or a donkey swished its tail Competing with the dust from the stars Just like us, like now, deciding, struggling; Where’s the wanting, where’s the edge, Where’s the end??