Bestial
The first wish is destruction & the next
poetry
Benediction
First light opens the garden.
We spend an hour at our destination
I listen to my granddaughter's choir sing
The Crepuscular of Moth Spirits
the children rub fingers
Recitative of a Moment's Fugue
In Havana the old street vendors
House: of fury
And lick the sutures clean between our ghosts.
Careless
You wonder what his name was,
House: unlit
Describe the secne, you said. The house was dark
Catena
My eyes on the utmost
House: of prayer
Unconscious starless refuge. Poetry
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