Peaceful room,
peaceful blanket,
large pillow, cold,

as my own noise’s, no
one’s,
listening,

I (the stone) go (don’t
blind you!              even 
                                  know

I seldom remember what
someone was wearing
what color their eyes are

Six days after I put the Audubon Bumper
on the truck I noticed the difference
and Annie sitting next to me

            look to the light

                     over there

                             here

Ho Chi Minh was our real President
The one we counted on
For right decisions

my eyes—
back there
in the mirror

These are the problems which inhabit the imagination
Tincture of opium, redolent eucalyptus balm
The constituent order fails

The Island, the River, the shore,

the Stage Heads, the land, itself,

isolated, encased on three sides by