September 2008

And then came the ten moons
Full in the sun’s glare, and the seraphim,
And it was light all night in the orchards
And on the plains and even in the towns
And mankind rejoiced, because it was now the...

Some land lives
so water can comb

it into grids. This
is why lowlands

tilt still toward
the sea. This so

we call our canal
leaning horse,

hat tempting wind,
somewhere a tear

in linen where
the loom bent

a heddle. We plant
lapis in the middle

of...

Her cart like a dugout canoe.


Had been an oak trunk.


Cut young.      Fire-scoured.


What was bark what was heartwood :    P u r e   C h a r - H o l e


Adze-hacked and gouged.


Ever after (never not) wheeling hollow there behind...