a window-shade for brendan
an artichoke heart; twin is as does,
what nonsense withers; insect hopes
& civilization noise
a cottage campers starts w/ prizes
all who ever died
or did; what even
clocks stop, chimneys still remain
a children door to door a crescent
; a pendulum turns a wheel
a key would find a lock, whip bees the back of hail
& sifting rafters, warm air gathers thick
in mason jars
; what old grandmothers make; standing music,
they clutch each narrative touch
where aperture appears, a closet
groping homemade wine
& curls
kitchen is where everything the blade the knife is living
sixteen family arms
& keeping
translate schools & all else two by strangle two
the shape of movements tall the grass
you lawn she lawns they all lawn
sugar still a girl, a name
a spice so double sweet
it burns
a deflection for ken
the borders in a bad mood; or hopeful grown
of maine house missions, local beers
; the dawn that shot the dusk
, four towns over
english into makes one someone; following a flavour
trestle-track, a new-type terrors
; there are lines left opening a drawer
of little gaps, gasps; one day is blind
; what one box represents
; what would you do but utter names
; if books would some at vernal speeds
& variety, pushed; he bow respectfully,
he hinders tree
in gesture silence
; mirror-word, goes greatly
travel constant & alone; the sea south warbles
bird song so much older, than
; a key is blowing solitude,
a lock is holding door; would temporal qualities
printed volumes you would matter
& contend
stroller-deep a blue
; a whistle blows; you younger & you grab a rein
of shifting, now
