c 2004, 20 pages. Poems unfolding in parts and parks, locating gravity in earth's lightest artifacts.




Small alphabet of hieroglyphs

Here is my button, here
is your thread
which finds its place on the page


You eye each like the body you can
live without

Sudden licks of bright commerce, like chords
in static or bits
of cornstalk through snow


As if someone hung a scarf or parrot
from the whitebones of the woods







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