holding it loosely.. without knowing what it would become.. i say we try this..

and so we decided, from a box,

in another place, away from here,

we will sit and look,, perhaps,, at a white wall.
illumenia.

we get to put them in order; like one two three

nearly the river,
billows fold with

exposed tandems,

and linear shade;

like initials,

not unlike snails,

but the bitterness is embraced.


an afternoon a la mollusca:
tasting the produce of the first annual east river fish taco cook off

i'm in the park over there

early evening triangulation

filling taut sails

from late october. and now, she carries a purple robe

a distinct span
i did not photograph her when we met

soon enough.

i know the one
looking down from then

i thought you said you spoke with him?

i found i couldn't keep up.
the drear is here,
below; we are about to be