Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Robins fighting

near the pin cherry, in midair.


Nabatea

the subtle drops within bell cisterns hold
fluid women and water.
buried here a lost city - stillborn stone.

alone.



port

Snaking under the collarbone,
lifting out of the skin,
the port begins with
collapse,
begins
with
lost.

I have fears of surrender.

He's lost 6 pounds.
His body lifts as I unwrap the arm with the bloody tube.

the bloody tubes

the clear clean poisons

the constant mediation of the puncture

I have fears of undertow and deflation,

of us, port side

done.




Sunday, October 20, 2013

say one thing

i love you
on my mind
all the time

in the garden

white throated
vesper
sparrows
returning
junco
vireo

"ground-loving"
ovenbird
wood
wood thrush
wren
then
brown creeper
brown ground
sound
downy
woodpecker

this one
the color of the crushed
yellow
leaves

they are sieves
birds
in the
garden


change

low cold
blue moon
midmorning veery