May 2
Your fingers walk the table of our talk
You play, your clay set in motion
Blood weds bone
God’s in the shoe
Out there where we could be using time
Rain sprouts copious baskets and
Knots arrive from roosts
Like television static
May 1
Subliminal absorption background sound, our green promise like the edge of an eyeland coming into view. A bit of star exploding into leaf to reach for itself again.
