we know a land where the streets are paved with gold.
the bottom of the sea

“finders keepers”
and the answers so necessary
to the victors belong the spoils
not-so distant future
seasickness

22 year old amateur
their subtle similarities in structure
fitting together myriad of pieces
she evolved
then we would follow
often plucked at his heart

hard upon the land in June
rainbow with flowers
menacing posture
who unleashed the storm

intent on deciphering
story of the ages
“useful information”
long earlier
broken under the strain

there was a little room
bellow

no object intercepted the vantage points of the canal between the mountains

a nice, modest, reserved round girl

back to the land
land of fine
the black waters froth white
the colours roll open and so do the clouds
no sign of smoke
frozen lake
seagoing

notebooks
reshaped
human nature
new beings and beginnings
circle around
equal slowness
danced in ecstasy
hearing this expansion

her name
read nothing

one thousand feet

entangled
and remained

on her skin
four decades later
expression was wild
recaptured

“in a Roman marathon this would have been called noble love of freedom”

mere brutal obstinacy

paths barricaded
the strong yellow web
rushing through
squalls lashed the granite

a windy purgatory

“great wild untidy, luxuriant hothouse”

a vessel anchored

Plate-shaped red blood cells
Tongue.
We wiggled uncomfortably for
Twenty minutes until the sensation
Went away

fertile climates
slow transformations
are we moving?

loving disposition
pointed to the vastly older age of the earth
fossil bones and a tooth

I sat

crust of this earth
wrong season

twenty minutes ago
two hours
Eight hours

Talons restrained
Nonmagnetic brass bars
Solitary in their habitats
Delay their passages

Hawk eyed bird lovers
Mosaic map

“We know so little about what tells them where they are”

Even with frosted glass
Following a compass
Gravity

Fog-haunted
Once, not long before
Killed by a truck
Soft red earth

Bleak image
It had all begun
Face to face with god

Allow this scenario:
A single ripple on the
Broke the silver moonlight
Into a band of silver sequins
Right over the shark line

Ideal

More
Much more
Still to come

The fog cleared
Misty blue gulf
I neared

Weather-vane soul

A tall girl with a jug of water
She wore jeans
Deerlike strieds

Water over me
Louisiana thunderstorm
Tormented angel

It seemed possible
Motions of nothing

Exclamation points expressing their horror

Rays that give rigidity
Belly up

A bike that reads dreamgirl,
Two naked bodies gyrating together

It came as no surprise

Dust painted pickup
Hands wrinkled
No cracks

Had been easy
For one
Saying goodbye

The only thing that mattered was water

Missed summer

Downtown skyscraper
Between noon and night fall
Striking out for new horizons

History leaves its signature

Where in the mid-19th century
Dust-dogged
From their stubborn land

Lonely work
The narrow forbidding stream
The deep oceans
Landlocked

Foretaste of the future

“Dial-for-counseling”

Went barefooted
That’s where your old heart is

Thick border
Seeking shelter

Arisen out of
Pacific waves
Petals turned backward

Too relieved to be angry

Body.
Rocks.
Voice:
Nosie.

Salt-hungery
Flecked with dew
Olympic Heights

Woman hiker lost on trail.

Visitors don’t recognize danger

Tree studded iles
Remembered here.

American girls
Sadly
I cut the cord

“Okay it’s a promise”

Skyscraper
Calypso
Completing the Atlas
Pointing through

2 000 sought new life
Sleeping
Shrine for mystery

Still developing
Shallow pain
Melting
New light

Changing face
To the land of the head-hunters
Dust covers
Murder raises roadblocks
Hard wet bodies

Thousands of miles from
Homeland
I recalled eight years

Full moon spins whirlpools
The fire on its stomach
Today, months later

Skepticism
An effect of reduced pleasure
As
The
Ocean
Descends
Lower
65 pounds
More pressure
Extended beyond

More realistically
Pose for a picture
Specimen
Easy collecting

Search lights
Of it’s open mouth
Cuts the shoreline
Shimmering
Floated
No secrets

Teardrop eyes
When viewed from underside
Net poised
Organs and all
3 000 feet
Daylight penetrating

Comparable perhaps
Once a victim
Close in
Engulf
Carnivore

30 years or more
Headlights
Abyss
Disappointed and apologetic

The shrine seemed to be the answer
She was a sixth daughter
Respectful distance
Shaped by a lifetime
Squinting out to sea

Anchored junch
Drenched us with spray
Inland
The tub sometimes as big as a swimming pool
The blueness
Porcelain

Fourteen feet of feathers drag
As their creator
Stone devils
The engine was hastily reversed
In three directions
Lines make
“Hell”
Concrete

Spontaneous gestures
Became custom
Stage prop

Relic returned after 85 years
Overflow
And eventually her
It was the first piece

Origin.








and we begin again