77.
Peaceable vortex a thun is a
time set apart
to be itself alone and nothing doing
in it but itself
a session on the other side of the
self to call it
door shut mind open listen to
listening
kept wanting more of it the
cheekbones
the tail feathers of equal length the
pinions
rimmed with blue though they look
black
magpies on the road in Colorado home
on the ground
dig deep to find the surfaces of
things
I am left with a zodiac on my hands
can I interest you in being me a
while
while I sail your white ship into the
typhoon?
78.
Woodpeckers four fledglings from a
locust tree
one more priest one more shepherd
sheepless a crowd of unbelievers
a perfect place an island think of
Latin
it never hurts to ask how red your
poll
sweet predators Mavors’ insectivore
do you hear his chimes beneath the
sea
no that is the wind that is Schubert
all alone
no one paid attention to the clumsy
instrument
the beak a young man has to know the
world
I slept my way out of more towns than
this
town or dream what difference she
lifts her skirt.
