Dandelion Wine, Xanthous In Color (1978)
for the late William C. Dilger
You and Wong Kar Wai
needed nothing but loss
to mine meaning.
Insuring failure
secured your prize.
From laziness or sloth or fear
I never learned your winter sparrows
whose barbs reminded you of Agapornis
and of a lab in Seewiesen
harboring birds and war.
Are there any new days?
Is Munich still the same?
Did Konrad's gaze
presage your fall into darkness
bearing a slight smile?
Trout for our lunch
at a castle near Munich
not in Vienna
where another castle
molded my photograph.
“You are a fascist.”
I startled and stared at an aging classic
Drosophila master
imperious and Gordian.
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