Can residents who paint or draw
display art in the lobby?
No, their art might be ugly.

A choreographed wanting
from thin, soured soil, this perfect
endurance: the grapes

The movie starts with a man sending pictures of himself,
      like all movies do,

A man in long shorts had a tiny dog
he tossed into the leaves piled at the edge 
of people’s yards, the dog 

A ginkgo leaf like a splayed ass

A begonia leaf is a pebbled surface
          green and burgundy

A long and narrow leaf curls down

All the different methods
          of extending yourself so the sun
          might better touch you

Serrated edges of the teardrop
          nettle leaves

sting your fingers

The nursery labels everything
          and so assigns appearances
          to names I only know from fiction

moments like this one, the green carpet
looking for once just the right green,
is it the lighting, or your shadow thrown

Learning to say “So what?”
in every other language,
I rolled between cities 

There is a woman living inside
that man, deep in his chest, almost
in spite of his life. She is beautiful

I wanted sky. That was my ambition. And now I’m being tugged 
Up a small steel mountain,

A burly chain beneath the car hauling my weight 

And so,        my father rode the devil
out of the Kawasaki        1300-cc six-cylinder
I’d wash Sundays.        We, the Kingdom Riders.