...echo? fish that swims in air?
pins through the stomach, each organ, neatly! silver needles! flowing air is silver fish!
was so certain I'd stalk into the darkness and see my sleeping body, for a moment--
was so certain on stalking through the black hallway that it would see its own body asleep, and take it.
flowing clouds, fire eyes is here, dark dark damp earth far underground
earth is up! mountain clouds mountain, green clouds green--green steams mists mountain!
in contrast purple mountain far away, dry and fungal, lichenous, with junipers crowd its slopes dropping dry sweet scents and berries
a poetic machine, to grind out a paste of heart-thoughts
cool gray-blue heartthoughts in cool grayblue light
those are the blossoms, the air.
on the air, flowers! ephemerable
early spring soap air
new land
in spring we see the forest smell smell smell dark green and gray blue and all birds impressions of
here's what birds do when they come back
take my anchor and wring it green.
I
try to catch my breath
but no use, they keep wringing anyway.
dark black bark is wet for lichen
spring rains! kneeling in dew.
the ground's moss shivers and begins to grow warm.
moonlight over thin steel.
she washes the death from my feet
oh, she watches
and I watch back:
she watches my back.
good haul, everyone. poems are fat fish you catch as they try to escape downriver. enough to feed your family for a while.