Once by way of field, a child’s pollen paint of marigolds, stains
of black raspberries, where colors made manifest of spirit.
Woodlands where I set my fingerprints, crayon flowers of the
long grass, loving expressions of tincture.
Blue head lillies, hare’s tail cotton grass, e’le’ ocharide de
Robbins, narrow leaf cattails and a Northern pheasant,
May apples and yellow lotus, fewarther obscure grass, slightly
lower fragrances just above my rib.
I was never Adam’s daughter, yet a simple friend of herb
Robert, whole leaf rosin weeds and white arum, the three way
sedge, pointer the wild blue phlox, purple loosestrife, northern
wild rice, purple prairie trilliums.
Lighterman to Lana’i , figuring the poem of birds,
Kama’o, Amaui, O’ma’o, Oloma’o,
feathers of Molokai’, endearing skies.
Then to fieldfare, Sahel sparrows, Saltators
Slate Colored Solitaires, Swainson’s
Thrush, tome and the vaunt of readers.
Whole forms to the Veery, Purple Martin,
blue used only for women, Lazuli
Buntings, carol craft of bright indigo.
To breathe as a fraction, to live as a third, while in the
quarter window, there is a rabbit, in visage of cacophonies,
ears back!
To move by unknown motives, to hold winter’s breath,
or the frost that is the chest, weights within those inches,
or winded paths self aberrant.
Eighths of conundrum, in Wilkerson I hear, peculiar
tessellations B flat of voice, horrific terrors through the icicles,
hard waters of larynx.
What shivers in poor cadence the childish spine, her’s
is a octave language below the secession of broken bones,
timbre’s artifact by the eaves the leaving snow.
Two by the scandal adherent the moment, the harkness
and the silence, both by divisions made rift of juncture, one
the tears, twice the weeping preamble.
Divinations quietly, full flesh pied through fire, both ways
the seams of child, frame, fate, coppice or seal, angles where by
the body’s grievances, divide and break.
Nihilism was heard in the weeping, lead in the intransigent,
vinaceous the diminishing vein, full life in the siphon of minutes,
faithlessness in the orthogonal register, less by the gentlemen
of the pen.
The rectangle in the monument, odd portraitures in the cure
of moss, a quiet periwinkle in the hasp of casuist, a stipendiary
in the logomach of winds, caissons leaving through the
palpitations of the flowers.
Nape of hope in the heelpiece, flinch in the actiniform of grace,
imprudent upon the shade, light in the agency of penmanship, such
sterling of Pelion, or the poise of leaf in golden atoms,
gramercy flames in the famishes of banian.