Awful & astonishing night will clasp at the leaves; at the coins of a ruined country: yellow maple; red procession; black branches. As I
Nothing stopped, not the rain, not the moon. The zodiac turned into a mud picture because the clouds came. The forecast was for the
At dusk the west broke, a seam of blood, a vow the lost and never- found, those stuffed in the roots of the gallows-
If the act of beginning bent the knee, salt would not care to know where its taste began; the way pine digs in the