Slipper, California; if verdure’s Vermont;
or a beach, alone, elongating Cherry Street.
Coupling off, my turn goes on: varnished,
slack cold wires resounding muted years
(and as) saddled, as pasteled wash, night
winds crying aboard canvas of the tallest
palmetto’s keen gasp—
A brother, one potter, mothers’ left breast
nursing willful, cradling an ageless David,
Donatello’s two bones of cohabitation—
above, coral cloud, and sharp, tropic spirit
with lamb shanks this side smoke occupies
their cycling vacancy. Nimbus lovers, of Lux
Perpetua excitements, retelling no combatant
which young aesthetics professor can chin it;
Dragoon-necked, germinal, rolling liminal
construct for housing intellect planes our
opening, rag-swaddle, sanded mutiny to
evaporate, to torch, celebrate and ascend.
Slipper, California; if verdure’s Vermont;
a beach, or alone, elongating Cherry Street.