We think they go well together—the translucent
vanilla orchid, the slipper orchid, the ginger
fragrances of the fiddle leaf, the swollen,

Across my work yard the bones lie,
a rubble in crests and waves, piled
white, grooved brown, ocean to ocean—

Some part of every living crearure
is always trembling, a curious
constancy in the wavering rims

For the orange, saucer-eyed
lemurs indri of the family sifaka,
it is the perfect forest of the hot,

Smell the lilies and the columbine,
intoxicating rose, seductive lily-
of-the-valley, come smell! Can’t they die?

The things between me 
and time: 
My daily forgetfulnesses. 

As I pass the gates of Buckingham Palace
I'm exposed in a hundred Japanese cameras,
like a fossil, flash-frozen in Kodachrome.

 I descend on Holborn's escalator
watching my wives pass by on the opposite side,

At the next table
a woman in patent shoes,
blue summer shift

This pair of pants has four pockets.
It can be seen how lovely they all are
carrying their duty-free cargo and passing