Parading

It is all right to be depressed just as long

Quiet’s cool flesh—

and may you in your innocence

And I knew Mingus was a genius. I knew two

Saying nothing is lost, that everything lives on waiting only

In today’s sharp sparkle, this winter air,

not flare till there’s no blind

If I am not Ulysses, I am

When I was home de

I ran from room to room,