circumspect as
a shroud,
laid down on
a window.
so color sees
itself.

dress flowing
to fringes
of space--
her untouched
hands upon
hands smoothing
its creases.
with the delicacy
of a bird dying
mid flight.
where letting go,
goes not a moment
too soon.
that's your elegance.
you put your lips
to all creation too see
if it fevers.
knowing you're
always responsible.

her body's danced,
paired within.
stony face of promised
eyes crush their shore.
unstrung garland
of soaked petals.
at her feet.

a mane of
lightning got
caught on a
mountain's
crown.
there was no
struggle as it
struck and
was struck.
once everywhere.
unclouded
prescience.

a smile smiled
that split
winter lips.
dead quiet alive--
a mind drifted
by, emptier than
a full stomach.
ghost at its hungriness--
crooked moonbeams
frozen in falling
water.
an icicle hanging
on air.
driven to sunbeams--
melting every
which way.

the
horizon
lays on
its side
like
Buddha's
Parinirvana.

no month's a sentinel,
as direction self-orients
what's frozen in place.
with a sound only sound
could bear, enough to
move the wind.