HELLO DUST REPLACING WHERE YOU WERE—
Pastel ticket,
you are an autoportrait
The Absolutes go ideomotoring
And hours do you burn
on shore
where we woo optic waves
of three damp Kingfishers on rusted car's
prismatic roof—
I love a gone plain
Meadows breathing with difficulty
Ermine Realms of Doubt
Who Never Fears April of Meaning
Or a long shade over a grave
Apple cut into stars
is blind seed
(is young Darwin sleeping under the Redeemer)
(O heavens is recognition)
of a third person come to visit impermanently
Shaped where the clouds disperse I am always
with you
on a frontier punctuated with urns we keep
a small garden under middle willow
My hand in the hand your hand
