69.
Connect the shortcut with the longer
route
the stone that stays in heaven in the
lowland hear
we heard a dragon do I know what your
eyes mean
while a mile away your lips are
saying
spent the morning worshipping a child
another child
sea wrack and prophecy read from an
old book
older than Bible and full of stones
half my New England acre
because the river is the boundary
song the failed permission
gladiolus every minute and the blue
hydrangea
blooming as we speak but you are
silent
crisscross prophecies the bird tells
it all
invisible blackbirds piping in the
gorse.
70.
Mercy remembers all the strange names
gave to bedfellows ivy and she was
thistle
and herself the only mistletoe
semaphore hard to know how come it’s
over
the little songs of sinking ships the
atoll
lubricious indexes of unread books
I can tell your daydreams from your
midnight
because we rode together battered car
not far
never count shooting stars the way
lovers do
or daisy petals but we were angels
too
in love with not being in the body
but we were child
and children know the world is just their
guess.
