FOR THIS I CAN LIVE HERE

Climbing a ribbon caked with birds.

Evident is your way around.

Climbing the kite til you hit a dream.

Latent episode told in cords & colors.

Little window, persuading its abductee.

Little counterfeit, caught on a book that falls closed.

The sun, when pulled early, comes out gull-shaped.

I yield to the alternately languid & frenzied scene.

MOUNT OLIVET

A costume falls in the inventory

He alone could not measure the slab

He instructs planes & trains & grasses

Steel frames adding motion to shade

Star-wagon pulling grooves in the heap

Three people in the sentence: the comma & two equals

THE DROP-OFF

You’re thin in the soul

& will never return

to lay your head in

my five-mile lap

A motor spikes

& betrays its speed  

& the night thing is amazing

in all its amounts

SLOPE

The leaf flakes off

his beating mind,

the leaning delta’s 

splintered lobe. 

Heart of thieves

& star of hearts

halved into

erosive bands.

Hidden from rain

& other stories,

a bird’s descent

into the hedge. 

Burning a hole thru

the unfixed sled, his

perfect weight

all tacked with red.