mirror    my face where I left it


leaves blowing into a sentence


mist,
******* on the line


in the doll's
head
news clippings


in the heat
admiring the shade in the blouse


face wrapping a champagne glass


a moment in the box of jade


in the temple
a
heartbeat


touching the ashes of my father



day darkens    in the shell


a fin
grazing on restless stars


the priest
                   his shadow caught
            on the nail


                JANUARY FIRST
      the fingers of the ******* cold


       i end in shadow