Lichen, Spangled Rosette
Not built to
just do it
but be the slowest,
rough, long drive
into substrates,
breaking
into fissures,
grinding, dissolving,
coming to fill
all that’s parted
from itself.
Beyond/Webb
If beyond
is the deepest shape
of now,
what is true
here, is elsewhere
true too,
and though nothing
is exactly
another thing,
versions replicate
so my face
is yours in
such a way
as to be
what I’ve been
looking for.
Self-Portrait as Late Still Life
with coils of bright lemon peel,
white bowl of speckled eggs,
pheasant arranged
beside the cracked
and shadowed round of cheese, and rose-
gilled trout with open eyes
concentrating a light
that loves best
abundance nearing
its undoing.
Invitation
Out of the night air
water gathered.
Is a gathering
if you meet it there.
Telegram
Cost meant words
had to be brief,
no space between
facts and next steps –
no “stunned”
no “bereft” no
“sat with her
just yesterday
watching gauzy fishclouds
turn pinecone
then horsehead
then anvil.”
