sidewalks

lining up in the rain

worms blind to their ways

they think about things

dirt, sun, yesterday all the same

today in the grip of strong rays

they squirm in place and fade

up in the trees robins preen

and speak of their ease

iiowa

dismal as the corn grows

rows and rows heavenly graded

ground going up and down

ploughed back to show the dough

burned black the husks mowed

on fires

bit by bit the saw bites

at certain times not at all

stuck on the push

more than the pull

the ash finds a nice rest

a peculiar tree a niche

one might burn this tonight

expecting heat and light

the pan and the dance

if through the door watch

the wind and all that

revere ware

listing the pots and pans

listening to the pots and pans

ringing and dinging and cooking

variety of sizes of sizzle

quality at the copper bottom

burning thoughts on conduction

 

shopped

standing at the sanding disk

sand spinning a horizontal orbit

fingers visit a burred bit

thin as a knife a blur

thinking about when doing

something with something 

similar someone lost a finger

and lo how they brag

when they grow a finger back

like a lizard grows a tail

like a liar grows a tale 

on fire

on or too near fire to 

feel fine see both

near and from afar

tomorrow onto ought 

the black scorch

marks that earth

 

 

canned goods

the tomatoes in the pan

they look not at all alive

practically dead in fact

at the end of the wooden poker

they mush and make noises

as if they have some kick

after all lets see how

between teeth they squirm

summer dies

rain before noon

between that

what else

wind brings

down leafs

walnut sheafs

yellow like

does the tree hurt?

 

indian summer

the summer is all goldenrod

from this point onward 

and aster so radial so white

with the gold and black

last wasps feeling out an orbit

leaning into the distressing end

glacier

letters spelt into the river

stand stranded amongst the rocks

the glacier split and allowed 

to roll about until found out 

of water and all aglo

distinct are consonants

and less so vowels

talk of sand and how plovers hover