525 Exquisite as the moth's fan sweep of air In all dull planes, shimmering in circumspection's Lack, did the stone kill New York City's daughter. In her brief term's anteroom Was the floor swept, the milk fetched.
25 February 2008
524
24 February 2008
523
23 February 2008
522 After the snow, the disengagement's anatomy was drawn In the shrouded sun's spackled pall light, Mapping the air to tree veins In ghost white. The season's fleet carapace to a green heart Was ours too in gray fellowship-- Brittle particular to tendril union, Cold with faultless age.
22 February 2008
521
18 February 2008
520
519
17 February 2008
518 There is no pot to hold this rose Nor vase in the still tempest of hours; Nor's earth undone and remade Too large a canvas For such various opacity And pallid green. Untheme'd stalk from every beginning, Frameless stay, uncaught endeavor.
16 February 2008
517
516
515 Unsure of this morning And light turning with a tint drop In the pool of darker clearness: An aftertaste of night-- Not to come, but was. Is this time, backward into day Folding memory? Else unraveling Presents ribbon unrein, Or the now bird-throated trees' discurling song.
12 February 2008
514 Hokusai's wave in its large poise it is As your many fingers At my back before the words Fold down in grave Exasperation not unmingled with an old thought, As a salt on the leavings of the beach.
07 February 2008
513
06 February 2008
512 Your worst may seem defining, As best is the common chance Illumination That outlines with a random start The alley or no-thru way. The precision is the minus Of a puzzle's cut-out blank.
05 February 2008
511
03 February 2008
510 The beauty of the fallow Is a shadow back-lit, A tintinabulation hushed. In unsure calamity met, or not, The winter garden austerity Is coldly meet.
