Topiary in a Teacup

I want the green
luminary

vegetation
like a soul 

come over
nimble quiet
asleep like a mall
remembering 
the fullness
of tiny flowers

Shore

I do not think I will pass
into day
with solitary hotels
next to the ocean
nor eat the stems of roses
with the spine,
the head, the waist

the bones
where the seabed
walkers walked
the house in
a theater
of undulating plates
with windows
looking through the fish

with the unforgiving eye

A Wave

The cavernous unfolding
fond eye of the dolphin
rolling in

As green fish
with extraneous idioms
limit the soul's blue lozenge

devoid
of the reddening bronze
ends on an extended hand