i have(foot brutally)

               in grass newly wet

trod

the lick of

                    waifish

                                   damp

greeness('tween toes particularly futile blushed)at
beads of damson
                                slung eve,
                                                     falls

              
                            A

                S


                    T

          A
                    
            R into earth SWELLS
                                                  crystal
                                        keen
                                  
glassy summer night
crisply etched in sleeping trees

               FLOWERS!at whose

gentler fullness

                            the jagged suddenly

                            cold

                            of
                            "goodbyesun"
                            
                             whispered the errant
                             predictable mountain
                             slunk
                                       fat
                                             in
                                                   dark
                                                             i