KENNETH REXROTH'S PASSING
(1982-1905)


Your language follows
all time pieces
the Beat of verses
you share in hollow cafes
of the age

Grief fills huge mugs
joined conversation
in the sublime
your notes like landscape
picture you by open seas
of correspondence

Offering my riffs
in your death
pools the same body
from a centuries dust
visionary flowers of earth
crowd more than candles.