all the shouted
news finding ways back
to silence
all the shouted
news finding ways back
to silence
surprise—unreeling
tape, rope, or time never
really loops
fading along
with daylight, sure I’ve said
enough
making by spending
time and money and desire
until there is none
in dark recesses—
flame moves every animal
and urge
each discovered
word—a new pair of shoes to
slide into
does it matter if
a plum is purple in word
or color?
even after
we depart, sticks we post
remain sundials
we share
the darkest shame—having
without caring
standing near
the shifting forecasts of rain
and hurricanes