From Thaw
18
Lost among reflections
cells of a morning
still unripe
No entrance or exit
labyrinth waxed
décimas oozing propolis
Baroque symphony
solid swarm on the run from your embraces
Honeys of the void
fermented
23
In this straight world
rhymed with nothing
the only green is the combine
Its radiant petals opened
surrendered
to the snow in horizontal fall
Its pistils
stainless steel passion
avid geometry
challenging the nerves of the wind
24
Nature in order
Out in the open everything
atop pleats of frost
seems well written
A strange sporadic handwriting
does not relinquish fire
interposes
At least this time something escapes
Cluttered sense
I was never there
44
Virgilian deer
have just pastured my black tulips
I put my soul into planting them one time
on the banks of autumn
Ninety-nine niches in the clay
six inches down
Plus a handful of bone meal
in sealess roar
By the hostile light of the moon
in their voracity not even this folio was left behind
59
Since then it rained
and stones scratched the sun
Shadows oscillant lengthened
they wanted to break away from bodies
Desire’s edges froze
and everything leaked
A crow pecked at purity
with its hungry color
Someone ought to do something
or it will never clear up
