I. Box Ficelle of steel cigar box barrel stave pernambuco river shipped Belly gauged for ear softer wood whose fibers give, back for eye
raindrops staccato leaf to leaf I enter the night with hands still stinging from applause cymbal-shiver of sheet lightning through cloud Damp-skinned, I wade
All the stars died last night and with them my knowing of the sun, it’s sudden Bantam—dwarfs of white and brown, a supernova, a