they say words betwixt shuffle and sleeve, hold your child firmly lest a line catch its ear, trundling the thing towards the pool
Swirl Clockward
one sheet of paper per day to coat the belly of red river, stop up swallowing backward from the great bellow below
Sun Day
not to pull out nails from diogenes’s hand, or the second, third, fourth ones along the sidewalk, sleeping in jars to predict the weather, marry them all
Roomy Wait
there is pain in the photograph, as defined by magnetic outline, waiting for a special word, trained for distance
Final Version
a handshake should be bone on bone without returns cushioning bare digits, pointing at the weighted tree limb
Plain and Moist
new fog lift the house into heady strata, making antiques of offhands before noon unseals the envelope at the door
Teeter in the AM
three time the years, with a neck unlike any flower,
my stand draws the question back to the earth, poison is poison in the stem
O Dometer
from 1 to 2 is a hundred stakes paced out with moderate commitment, O the length, impressive if only not transparent what we do to each
Day Box
keep close the rope that lifts your full weight onto the stage, head high enough to plod sunset twisting on a hook
Happy Happy
mount the entire range from border to border, at the peak, ask who was born first, the wind holds a long tune