24 May 2009


952

951
In sensation is the motion
Of sense in memory
With time's front commingled
By extinction made--
As, lightly breathing,
This sky descend and groove a field

Of what is past.

17 May 2009


946
In the map of the garden is a quality there
Of the reflective echelon's
Third removal from invention.
Let me not name a flower
But my own unsymboled
And soiled fingers mine
From strange earth continued.


10 May 2009


938
Think the shadow all
And parent to its casting--
And in the sunlit square opacity
As Substance masquerade--
So actions cover thought unseen
Yet reside in its seeming.

937

07 May 2009


935
To accommodate the time
Let your back pocket--
For an hour's infinite small
In some increment--
Or leave consideration
Til that thought without echo,
When instant take a world.



04 May 2009


932
Enlarge the season you petals--
Dishape the air
And necessary earth
With your waves make palings
Of the green;
Re-dimension the time--
Unfold my winter eye.