Or sometimes watched drifting with the leaves, some last confetti of yellow or brown. Or it existedthe way the juncos huddled beneath the thistle feeder in winter, in the way the clouds spilled waterin May to soak the ground. Once we found itin the attic in a steamer trunk, and another timewe closed it in …
When we first moved in together, there was somewherea dull blade of moon and expansive fields like inland seas.And surely clouds were visible to many, a distant carapace of sky, and snow tapered along fences into sharpness.And what of the honking horns in cities and bus doors whooshing open then closed? And lovers gazing at …
We could tell the fire was coming toward us, coming out of the night trees, but it seemedto be moving so slowly, with such ponderous care that we doubted it would ever reach us.And I dreamed that night that I felt the heat against my skin. And it seemed that it was writingsomething or tattooing …