because the tastebuds at least are not broken
because there is a bond between you
and sweet is sweet in any language.

pilgrim, i did not mean to be so loose

Always, if this, then that,
or nothing.

I've been under the ground, eating prayers from this old book I found.

The rain pauses. A cricket mutters its evening prayers.

it begins, and we are dancing.

tiny planes please circle oh tiny planes
do please please circle

Ciphers and Constellations in Love with a Woman

And yes it is a dazzling vacancy.

A sprig with its flower I break

The books are by the bed, they are dead and ready.