for the last time the light faded
every wish was for more light
next to the window a crow said
forever nine brothers in feathers
it was the night when the earth knew
which were the ones who never left
We live to the least leaf
we pull the lever
we tow the line
I’m lively
jump to the left
jump to the right
I’m bright
as sunlit frost
I had my blue period
It was the river who told me to shed my old skin
I developed a sad way
though I deftly wove a new life
and learned to define pleasure
as freedom from inner oppression
tonight the frogs sing in the pond
the sun is gone
the light left
he made a mast from a straight tree
the math of it charmed me
I heard the news
I saw the light
the scene was softly lit from below
it was seen by passing birds
sever
it said
fresh from the kind forest
fine with me, I answered
fever bright, old song
a memory of bones
flat in the sky
the long flight to a new life
cresting at the ridge of the next day
increase my having, my flapping line of sheets
the creak and bang of the back door
where is the celestial crab, the season of
my crabby stomp and crash
this is my crisco moon, my larded lover
my fortune
shining forth to me in my longing
this is the sheen and
shiver of love
the shoal of children phosphering
in the shush of wave lip
the sess of retreat and return
ploo and plish of dropped line
kine and kin of household
preen of self in water mirror
bish of new old wave
pobe of redrawn shore
leb of light in fish scales and eyes
deeb of tuned radio to news of storms and skies
crum of short laugh of neighbor heard
luff of forks against plates
fright of no sky, no wave, no shore, no neighbor, no light
cream of having
morsel of moment eternally savored
who must know or not why this is necessary
the most essential animal
the animal makes mischief and the world laughs
shreiks
a lolo
a bumbum
a beebee
I leap
and leap and leap
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