i am everything you need:

anchored,
linear along this dais—

red, dying.

red-breasted swallows chase
love on our
grave. She piles the earth, spoonful
by spoonful—

I see a torrent of brown
in her hair,
I see her dancing in the early
morning light.

O mother moon

Moving away
Away
So
Slowly-

Clutching at skirts

Spinning
Falling

Against your huge
Horizon-

Tiny height-
Thumbnail sketch
Phased-

Cartoon of cosmic time

Reflected for the

Ignorant

you drive as an
ageless curse;
sparrow feather
to your chest,
you wait
to take flight.