Now must I part from you, a small rope, a tiny ladder,

a leaf of turquoise, los rosas de castilla, and amble out

towards fireweed barrow set with equinox willow.

With mountain goats’ wool, clematis bag withstands

a hundred pounds, carries all of fallow summer.

Stray there, delphinium glimmers, larkspur nearby.

In the room of the dissolution of matter

advise debt-slaves peppermint often follows.

Not Calvinist, but on the balcony boys lick pointed ovaries.