Ah, Sincerely

The Search light defines

The Swell of the river

And neither a compass

That Articulates

This feathery Lesson

Nor this time for trees

Are things again

Like themselves

The bells are silent

Like blueberries

What am I to say?

It is better

In the darker morning

How funny and kind

Sent me a letter

What magnificent theory

Puddles on a blonde road

fulfills the patches of ponds

Of its rounded edges

Up against a sunset color

Intelligible and violent

As a dream suddenly

presses its hand into the rain

Naps, thinks Summer’s

 long thoughts

Layers tied to happy people

In a flea market

Of photographs.

Morning to Dew

The stars grow larger

Into a beautiful shape

Just like the way

Other things happen

Rushed or needling

Like an angry note

From someone

That’s been drinking 

You see what inhibits us

Is this lining of wilderness

Compromise, 

How the rest

Of the universe

Seems to float by scientifically

I almost feel sorry for you

Suddenly quiet

After checking the mailbox

A modest and exact play

And I hear I could’ve added

A lifestyle, a detour to the mood

But I am usually quieter

When at my desk

I moved to a dark place

To write this or that

My sole worry is in definition

Lest the words 

Lose their heat

And fail to explain

I want them 

So we can hold them 

Hold them up to the light

Until their unwearing 

Until their strings

Become permanent 

And until like a sentence

I read you.