This is the beginning .
Almost anything can happen.

In fact, I start to wonder if what we have now
is really two poems, or three, or four,
or possibly none.

God bless their children and their powder-blue suits.

The ball at the center, visible
through the interstices of the lead webbing,
is composed possibly of jelly

      Those awful woods, untouched by ray of sun,
go still; hence this study and his early gloss

Alms or extravagance of creme de menthe—
write it off to get us by lean months.

Fumbling till she steered his blue mouth to nipple.
      “Oh, but he’s lovely.”

No matter what, hold hard to me as breath .
Oh, black branches! We are not made for death.

A heron beat across the steaming marsh.
He heard each rush of wings, so still the air,

If five of six animals are insect
and most of those are beetle, who are we
to save the world from orgies of the small?