Excerpt
“I am so full
of everything,”
reconcile
its loss,
letting go
in time.
but to see
a dark thing
come out of spring
’s calyx
open & upside
down
(you’d have to
leap up
& touch)
the flower
at the top
of an arch,
pure white
alabaster
texture,
look down
& hear the cries
of the world.
Flung now
vermillion
fins
drive sun’s
shaft where
standing
lost in thought
she fills a
(recrudescent)
terra
cotta
globe,
light’s language
thrown flat
on water
re-minding
an old dimension,
swift flight
toward fall.
Those colors
peripheral
as silence
behind sound
plunge words
down
where she can
measure
limits of (that)
vision
& go around it
