local wood

after I nudged the fire into being

and adjourned to the shoreline

against the ebb of an august tide

goosenecks bowed or

cowered when

our shadow passed

over them

for their likeness in form

geese were thought

in ancient times

to have developed

from this barnacle

and burst

out of the flotsam fully

fledged into the sky

the swell is—

—holy cow

perfect parabola

by means of they that

doth hate my gutlings

corybantic, penny

dreadful for your

trembling

hands at cards

betray them

a crow rots

from the head down

timber place w/ an

ad for ‘local wood’

my feelings are all—

—disparate

psychopomps in sparrowform

cruising la cumbre peak

a catamount, lion

of the mountain

who it pleased to preen itself

in the starlight

melted honey in tea from the

tang dynasty diffuse

throughout the atmosphere

precipitating heady

spices into flower

all 88 keys of the piano