i

 

she & i have

a spice worth

sharing ..

 

our kitchen flour

is snowing

on the floor

 

on the table

are vegetables

of many classes

 

grapes & berries

are ready on

the counter

 

we are stoned

on the honeyed

light

 

we

wear the

brothy eyes &

 

what can we do

with our recipe

of intimacy(?)

 •

Ÿii

 

we can create

an ideal of good,

one that can be easy to affect

 

we muse:

intimacy thrives on

healthy scaffolds

 

there is a

leafiness to

our relating

 

what

we

afford

 

is patience

and bartered

emotion

 

we paint that emotion,

give it a body

circle it in white

 

examine the body

in particles

of light

•

 iii

 

in consonants

in deceptive vowels

there are virtual aspirations

 

the chameleon of

our afternoon hides

the red impulses

 

still we channel

across the

julienne distances

 

and the purple night

is lacerated by

our thoughts

 

we so

gather or

merge ..

 

we converge

to a common

theme &

 

become

content

editors

•

iv

 

for the heart

to become

a bowl ..

 

the mind

must be

a bowl

 

notice the roundness

in the arms

of companions

 

is it how

we become

tossed(?)

 

then will

we own

sleepy arms &

 

will we wake

in the arms

of the future(?)

 

shall then we recall

what it is

that we are(?)

•

v

 

every sun rise

the forest holds

its breathe

 

there are no

churches here

only the supple land

 

and the trees

on this trail

are married

 

trail of loops ..

one brings you away

one bring you back

 

a flask of clouds

nip across the

keen meadow

 

the sagging floor

is a carpet

of trembling ferns

 

and whiten rain,

almost

snow

•

vi

 

what are

the octaves

of our lives(?)

 

what is its ethos,

what is preserved(?)

and

 

are we, who we are

with good reasons &

for good reasons(?)

 

year by year

a barn is filled

& emptied (again)

 

inside the sky

there is a filtering

of pigments

 

the man on the plaza

enjoys his burden ..

florals, white yellow

 

and we are bound

even now, by trains

green to the future

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