let alone--

a pebble

to pray

to

the

rock

of

a

mountain.

coming in

and out

of an Ocean

rain.

the first drop is

always too slow

to quench itself.

which's why the

last drop has to fall

somewhere.

purple is

the oral history

of our undissolved

sacrament.

my Mother told me

more gently than herself...

what it took to get me here.

in her inimitable way.

trees stuck at attention...

falling all over a horizon.

there was a lightness

moved so violently that

it refused to speak to

no one.

an unexpected guest

blissed-out her son,

unbeknownst to her.

what a liar has been unmade.

the metallic grooves of a

guitar...picked away to morning

sickness.

swelling to a cello.

bees dying face-first on snow.

flowers mastering magicians.

tapering off the right color.

if a black hole

were a dial,

and your favorite

station...played

your favorite song.

helping your hand to it.

until you couldn't

take it anymore.

take it some more.

then the record will

not skip.

precisely at dawn

she worked out

her oranges around

this chest.

spelling color differently.

angulation on a heaving

plane.

dancing through

a window, elated

to rest there.

it was so striking

that I had to look...

all there was, was

the wonder of how

she got there.

the metric of her

genius exceeds

himself.

there's no grappling

with a poet in residence.

how many times can

you wake up is not

a question.