an island’s birth
from a troubled sea—now so
wondrous to visit
an island’s birth
from a troubled sea—now so
wondrous to visit
the same daisies
I left still sitting near
a window
another tempest,
another trunk broken
at the knee
inappropriate
architecture—every roof
nodding the wrong way
then untuned
static pours its dirt
over color
steps reaching
up—the measured climb
some advance
like watching
a chorus gasp all at once
in united need
creep around
the dozing beast—take away
everything
slow drips
that erode—each one
just missing
all the bottles—nine
empty—filling with evening’s
failing sun.