rick of new-mown hay
somebody left the gate open
a little horse flew
the wildest little creature
between the vault of my ribs

as sad as swallowing your heart  //  apprenticed to a cloud

god is a button
alas! beyond my reach
blown off the scarecrow

Fan Is Red

Spun in vermillion ropes
this red fan raised
to blind blue horses
drenched through
at old age.

Deluge

Will-breaking rain; yet
I can mend your umbrella
With that scarecrow's heart.

\\  an endless night ends  \\  rain pelting the window visible  \\

in utero there are twenty-seven verbs for clinging

ivory barks   birds distance themselves from babies in barrels

summerpassion  //  fireflies feasting on unschooled dragons

so when yellow steel forged by bent chrysanthemums cools and wakes