
943

942

941

940

939

938
Think the shadow allAnd parent to its casting--And in the sunlit square opacityAs Substance masquerade--So actions cover thought unseenYet reside in its seeming.

937

936

935
To accommodate the timeLet 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.

934

933

932
Enlarge the season you petals--Dishape the airAnd necessary earthWith your waves make palingsOf the green;Re-dimension the time--Unfold my winter eye.

931

930

929

928
At the interstice is the fearAnd joy spreading arms--At the terminal'sWide concourse marbleVolition breaks--Undoing at this vergeThe steady mask.

927

926

925

924

923

922

921

920
Insufflated moment--
A bird's voice stilled
Dailyness,
And called time
To small-breathed focus--
Wind poise--
Sensed chime unheard.

919

918

917

916
In coral accrescenceA reef of yearsFrom present motes unnoted done--Til hours blue and weeksRed and yellow in remembranceRigid stand;Underwrote by shadow nows forgot,All far about to eye amazed.

915

914

910

909
Hazard's exfiltrationOf present from the pastIs the office of a momentWho's duty's first is last.Memory's a suitorWith proposals--to time--Of selected emendationTo suit narrative's creation.In memory I lie--Its case indifferent show--A symbol writ in water--What's gone is what I grow.

908

907

906

905

904

903
The seashell as condign artifact
Of a program fault:
You'd bent over its abstract
Organic
As your spine's curve
Whose calcited nodes were conversation once
To my weary head in a wooden room--
Now shell once scarfed in sand
And shadowless day
Is specimened in glass,
Imperfection's calculus unsubdued.

902

901

900

899
The reality is singular it's the wind
And not the field's green wave of it--
Nor shape of cloud nor star but sky--
The dappled grass bends still,
In dark and light--
Nor time but future foregone--
Nor other word but your eye.

898

897

896

895

894