Beneath the hazed moon, this hazed absence of stars,how the hearts of the frogs are breaking!How they stretch and bloat the fine elasticof their chests, and how their bloated heartsare so greatly breaking! This night of camp-tent swelter belongs to the frogs; the distant car rattling slowly home and the nameless, distant dog knownothing of …
Briskly or inch- meal, fullmoon or half moon or new as a nickel, in white tie and tails, in China Sea pearls, at a diner or a finer establishment with silver or pewter accoutrements. Swallow it skimmed from a lake or plucked from a pond, withivory chopsticks, from a flute or a flask, from a …
It’s a barred galaxy feeling no pain.It’s a spark caught up in a high wind howl,the soft, silent arc of a thrown in towel.It’s the last spring snowflake circling the drainor a new shooting star with deadeye aim.It’s a comet dragged by an undertow,a lost bumbershoot flying out of frame,an age-old nova in the here …