two months of heat-scraped clear skies
imposter days of rain
interruptions of small clusters of cool days
dust collects
possibilities to move in any direction
over the flatbeds of pebbles
swift-shines of boulders
the mission we built for them
brought down by earthquake
never rebuilt
but some big walls
staying three hundred years
across the ocean the poet landed on the unknown shore
here,
we sang our poem for three days
fire
sunlight
made it possible
to eat
star by star stringing together
making constellations
goldenrod beaming in hot fall day
how far, how near
the creek doesn’t ask
undeluded, undiluted
meaning
dust worries
worry drops
this that is not extinct
or endangered
part museum part chapel
the scent of frankincense
moving some part
back through time
to that time
outside this time
leaves falling, unleaving
sitting then getting blown around
photos taken on the train tracks of the couple not yet married but dressed for a wedding to-be
love doesn’t die
tho they become trains
passing in the night
rain withholding and coming
unpredictably
Read more of this in Ensemble Anthology no. 1
