future reality

spaghetti is how
the west was fed
they got tomatos in cans
at a grocery store
and stopped on
the way home for anchovy
in cans in cans in cans

take a big onion
for example
it goes well in sauce
with a tomato
and bay leaf
and stuff
and cinnamon
and the people cry and scream
and love it
and you are a celebrity chef now 

three months at a time

the big lake
improbably hued
as
whitecap strewn
phantom ice rainbows
rings of the sun
run around three months
and sure enough
ago the ducks wore ruffles
and tufts of down luck

geology as analogy

the beach is a curious condition
where the lake invests the shore
hitting on land
dragging bonafide rocks
and abusing them for a thousand years
till they pulverize into sand
pile up and ambivilate
as months to a moth

the trout

the trout leaps
the trout touts fins
the trout leafs through books
the trout hoitytoity
the trout looks good in a bowtie
the trout pouts
the trout eats ice cream
the trout loiters
the trout lines up
the trout identifiable in a book
the trout is guilty
the trout in jail
the trout

chichi

on a windy day
is on a cloud
apt on point
rains on panes
places on same
soakers on sneakers

humbolt part

seagulls and hawk
spend minutes
wheeling thoughts

wing tips crescent
moon orbiting high noon

in the kitchen

a recipe could consist
of many things
rice bake beans and ribs
for instance

the details fall between teeth
the slightest bites a feast

isotherms

spoon tongue
soup to burn on
pas de bonne

on cue

the sun fades out
the sky, the water
warm as a breath
visible in the stern light
seven months in flux
we line up like goose
moving north to south
or at least east to west

swamp

a swamp has miles to go
the roots and false stumps
broken logs bridge hummocks
occasional rock to stop on
soggy as avoidable as sunny
the shade of skunk cabbage
is deep in pools
shallower than the mud under