what were we before we conjured ourselves into selfhood...
Reprise
[what angel will carry a man who dies beneath an overpass]
it is up to the swallows...
snow on cherry
First snow on the cherry tree — blossoms...
Sentry
This old man wielding a broom as if he stood before the gates of some great and fragile fortress...
latch
being a man of insufficient malice, I am grateful...
approach
Could it be the ring or the studded moon...
Mother
Who then streams from the womb unbroken...
diminution
each turquoise hope OR word engendered another...
BLUEBIRD [on the artistry of scrap iron men]
It’s as if they cragged out of a foundry...
the Engebretson’s new black driveway
The Engebretson's new black driveway looks desperate...
