Overshadowed by colors
Like the deep
Sea of the dictionary

is too much with me daylong and
in my dreams my mind is invaded

 The apparition of these faces in the bough;
Crowds on a wet, black petal.

The apparition of these boughs in the face;
Crowds on a wet, black petal.

Look how the snow drifts
       flare on the Soracte’s slopes
—there, straining branches

You’re loose,
sometimes good
and lonely almost

I  Midpoint of summer. Horizontal light
   picks out the fly in the dusty web; mousedroppings
   fresh on my desk each morning; poems; letters;

Mouse-ear, quack grass, shepherdspurse, are beautiful
but weeds. Their greedy merits need another kind
of seeing than we normally bring. There is no sputtering

Trees rehearse
the gestures of fire.
“This is how we will burn,”

Fear of seeing a police car pull into the drive.
Fear of falling asleep at night.
Fear of not falling asleep.