empty hands

hold me above

a wind of unknown depth

 

there is evidence of sky in us

knowing the road has injured my soul

peace where waves gathering dissolve

 

the mirrors of her life grow stiff

wooden chairs from barefoot children

a dark mouth on either side of the wound

 

mourners have lost their way to the grave

and the dead waiting

for his death to be put underground

 

how grave is the feast of the diminished garden

how many lives know the solstice of ruin

when soldiers toy with saviors, who dies

 

sunset, i drink the windows just :: like a Hopper she said

 

whatever you carry the sky is huge

 

as each stone leaves my hand, it :: balances on the one below

 

why are we so rarely flower :: to face with joy

 

from the moth a feathering :: of nakedness

listen to the islands, we :: become ocean by degrees

there are planets in her :: steps, oiled and pearly

 

the garden exactly our :: bed's shadow

the pearl that draws you :: unclasped

stop because a :: dead branch goes through it

 

completing a weed :: forests urge silence

bird without a sky :: she cannot arrive

death of the prairies is also :: a man

 

who wrote this :: her mind must be all around

here is my father :: hiding the universe

life, leave me untitled :: encourage my sound

 

walnut, put :: our leaves out first

soul's small lion :: sparrow

crickets, it :: should be obvious

 

is there a thread on the water where we can meet

is there blood where hopelessness ends

how many shall the doves strip of their skin