tangled forums
felt in the blue,

felt along the white.
Native born

in edible spring

a pattern is real.

**

Monadnock

and Rookery.

The rustle
in the grass

is just the wind.

I invented nostalgia.

A pattern is real.

**

The balloon man
turns an oyster

into a twisted heron.

An agent is real.

the thumb string drones
a cabinet clock

a throb rattles the trunk

               as circular thought
interrupts the impulse to jot it all down.

Body work sealed, blown clear
by a drier
blue exhaust.

The coral
white heat

too close
to stereo

so court
and sparked

blue milk
crate diadems.

Deer Park
held imitation

“Only once
in a great while”

A canopy
thinning

the vivid thing.

Sidereal

at the winter wren

Describe the beaks
with light on them.

Green, black, indigo

violet oscillation.

The ravenous grackle
and the earless
starling.

Limon tree
was sung. Becomes

elastic with oaks around.

Corgis gentle on the hunt

I took a cat muzzle to
the picnic. The partial

terror of windows

Italics mine

slant the latter war.

Pressed again.   And all the bluebirds of happiness soaked.   And delft.

The spidery boy and our dusty older brother. Orbit round his aerated head.

Now my old city sees me pick my burden up.

Salvo pressed against  

Syllogism and the

Perfect world.

Black hungers

In the sun