Spate
“sieben Rosen später rauscht der Brunnen” –Paul Celan
Aerial landscaping:
each stone buzzed up,
pontooned engine sputtering
The rains are not to begin
Each cloudpore is to be plugged
Who are they
after all their maneuvers
to land on water
And what, to them, is the rose question
Don’t think of the painted man who died,
clouds put in, studded
Rain will be wet stone
