Awful & astonishing night will clasp at the leaves; at the coins of a ruined country: yellow maple; red procession; black branches. As I
—for Denise Last night you sent me longing. Then I couldn’t sleep. I remembered a campfire, someone burning a finger, the smell of wood
—for Ron Koertge and signs and abominations and what we were born for, dogs bouncing the fields—cur, mutt, stray. When we find a few
Birdsong, the tossed lasso uncoils note by frayed note, singing— birdshot, and a smudge scared-up into powdered air—wet feathers in high grass, wet feathers