258.
The other place than where it is
a gleeful mistake like a dog running
away
penny in a pocket sun behind cloud
everything is allowed
when you were a tree I held your
leaves for you
when you were ocean I was your waves
the flight attendant listens to the
sky
the word is out there just below the
plane
when you were a city I did not know how
to earn
glamorous ignorance of well-fed
tourists
animals are different inside rocks
are the same
their brown eyes open in amazement at
the snow.
259.
So much to remember and no need to
quiet wise men correct the weather
witchcraft is too natural she said
too much about fertility
being fertile is not the point being
now is
no one ever did that in my dream
before
cloud lift sun back mad at me up
there
for I have sought the gods beneath
the hill
the little gods who promised nothing
but to be
nature is the part of me that’s
someone else
birdsongs inking lines through trees
always coming back as usual to some
flower
I climbed the stairs to where you
almost were.
