Diving into boundless depths/ Embedded in a pair of gems/ Pocketed on his moony lens

Cool, cool is the night./ I walk the mountain highway/ on the narrow path/ the perforate white

My fathers brushes were not strong when they/ were full or wide stroked./ He couldn’t

Walking the gravelled roadbed through the woods in mid November/ at that hour between

Chilled sunlight/ spreads across// the shuttered/ turbine plant –// tribal nationalism;/restive remembering.

In October, in the shrivel of leaves, the sky/ darkens as the fool’s moon rises— its face// magnified

The clouds splay out towards East/ gutted and cleaned out, leaking/ Brass shades all

Counting hours like breaths;/ meaning is not what is meant,/ but it can be found,/ fidgeting

You must excuse me. You dear dreamer!/ I have overly felt my dreamery about

I hear killdeer/ a pair scraping a nest./ If you’re too close    its awk/ awk awk then

I think the sky is beautiful at night. I live in the city so there are no stars. / The moonlight

Opening blinds in the morning–/ infinity mirrors. Sunlight off passing/ cars a recollection

I see the flocks flying overhead in their V formations,/ Returning from their summer vacation

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—