Burnt dirt charred where the cherry fire exploded Irish whiskey dancing around the bonfire shoes off shirts untucked! Bratwurst dripping greasy brown sweat into baked beans in an iron pot Unpacking, the car doors up like beetles' wings our hands by accident on the same latch touch !
Jade-smooth the green head a mallards defines itself its limits against the frayed edge of a faded paper sky as together with her he climbs upon her blue wing foot to feather foot to feather to escape with their bodies from a scattering of just exploded cattails
Black and yellow the segmented stalks show the winds to be against them as frozen they beat on to turn the page
Nothing expands until the whole sky is loneliness Into this (nothing) a palmtree leaf forlornly unfurls Heraldic if you will have it be so important
Concrete the blocks carried hod by hod and form-molded until they will bear it stiffened are stronger but less impressionable --To what purpose? Paint them if you must tropic pink and tawdry blue
Somehow again she is here! White upon the white sheets, she is here! Praises are tepid when she coils before me speechless beckoning upon the white sheets with a heat--so strong!
bends and ties his shoes loop- de-loop
christlike waits for death on the open road loving the open sun and hot asphalt by the empty sidewalk no one watches his toes curl and uncurl in the pink heat-- repeated in the orange stamp on his back and his hard tooth-yellow belly his small ancient eyes close in ecstasy as the sun engulfs his shell --from the furtive culvert below a galvanized safety rail he stepped slowly slowly a million years or so each step nothing in his mind but the sun
Early the fields are broken and turned-- early from Lakewood Sanchez' bus Before obscure faces breath steams blue --and white coffee steams Seen things need feeding if later they are to be sold Already farmer Ed is cursing --the whole sit- uation is fucked Dawn pales-- spreading stalk by stalk the least color Neatly the trowel goes in again and again neatly Ice skims the dented pail-- too, the brown furrows
Once evergreen a firm cypress vitally upright as living flame storm after storm housing grackles quick woodthrush and inquisitive cats now shows golden brown branches some soft as age spots amid deep greens and lower a bare dead wing of sticks one child yanks to attack another in the sunny yard so hard the whole tree shakes.