Heads up, false friends use familiarity as camouflage. 
In the source language deciduous might be confused with apathy, 
but nothing could be further away from desidia than the timed impermanence of leaves. 

News
has it that late in the month the sun had an outburst

It rises from childhood
like a humpback whale, water
streaming down the grill, 

The atmosphere surrounding you
reaches heights in which
it changes things

To begin with: I object to this line
of questioning. Custom holds that being

Port with the tossed deck, whipping
Sheep-bends between the coiled lines.
We lean. Our faith in bracing and ballast.

People walk out of themselves into
the river. The surface
is a sound you can’t hear.

Today was mixed—some flurries, some sun.
Skied into woodcut snow scenes, then home,
discussed Flaubert with neighbor, the one

At 47, Hope's driven to find her feet in construction.

                                I watch the big bird from
an evil star, honking across the sky. Every day