Dust & Symbol
In the near silence now,
no longer closely here,
no longer dust a bad sign,
ravens drop black
walnuts on the road
for trucks to crack.
And whether it means
an approach or that
someone is finally gone,
flattened under the weight,
no longer closely here,
no longer to watch
a horizon for shifts
in the countours.
Strip the word down
to its sound.
Letters are nothing
to what other parts.
It was nice to see you
again, she said
to the dead who waited
in the native grasses
Or, No, it’s not here.
Breath isn’t coming
from here, where the mist
has lifted away from the mirror.
No longer closely here.
Stop, I can’t stop wanting,
(where breathing was)
wanting something to be.
Seas & Satellites
Silver ribbon unraveled, gravity traveling
Observes that as long as the link between us
Remains a manmade constellation
From there, amass all the hymns a dissonant
Blanket of sounds, buses & trucks, dead & living
Late fall, early winter, the drawn lines between
Segments of time. It was supposed to be a long
Time. It was right after the beginning, but what
Did we expect, when you can’t, as things keep
Pushing together, you can’t stand close to
One of two objects pushing together gravity
Pulled the top down, all instruments and records
Sent away from their conveyance into space
If I could stand to see you from a distance
Making notes along the lines of What becomes of
The self when it enters the being of another?
It was so like a star but for the motor and sea
Following it reflectively, silver hammer on knee
Small star caught by the water that covers,
That is, what is and what stands on what is.