Methinks I’m the ocean sweeping my hand across the shore,// Or maybe I’m the river

When the human touch had lost its feel,/ To a perpetual cold that embraced within

Of you the bard sings first and last:/ from Florida you started out,/ the latest in a line

Clouds move brisk on their way to/ a gathering. All precipitation-on-deck!/ There will

A burst of sad sunlight has entered the barn,/ reaching through the slates/ the way heaven

we don't feel the fishing hook/ pierce our skin and slide through/ each one tugging and taut—

Peeled himself. Not as gently as he could have. Oh tool. What kind of curve around was that?

The mystic and the child/ Had a mysterious rendezvous/ Once upon a starry night/ Holding hands

Kissed into a darker corner, fulfilling glory,/ no prophecy can deal you a stronger hand,/ whistling

Golden as his blood he,/ charm bedecked, shone/nprecious; an earthbound star.

Mishearing a mortgage company’s name,/ I picture a charnel house, bones for sale or rent:

Wild honey collected at dawn./ A blossom tree in a ghost estate./ Metaphorical

waltzing through my mind,/ Tchaikovsky welcomes me/ to bowler hats and beards/ pianos

Everything becomes common to itself --/ a stick, denuded of bark, singular, and gray;/ a leaf

Theres a windmill that stands/ against the backround of drought./ Its heart defies the harsh

I will walk the trail/ for as long as I can// to search for the things/ I need to survive/ that will build

I wish you’d been a justice of the court/ so everyone would speak your name// As they grieved

in the glass shower door/ my reflection scared me// lying in bed with Sylvie/ gray light filtered

Summer is a time of guesswork./ The birds and rabbits/ hunger for every mouthful they can

The spider weaves a complex web/ beyond my kitchen window./ What stems and leaves befoul