under an aluminum sky
the window of opportunity slides
shut with each gust
the foam picks up
what the river lets
go and take this paddle
beat that current
beat that breeze
beach that bok
in the cattails
in the spring
on the back road
every breath steam
every sentence unseen
temples of trees
bend and lean
extant and fulcrum
compression tension sum
up syllables remote
a chance with pine leaves
hands condemned to pitch
eternity here holding
dry water of winter
the scalding cold
scaffolding bones with work undone
decembers deionized ones
perfect light stretches day into legs
striding on hotchocolate shoes
down wide avenues
including complex intersects
that beacon and balk
five ways deciding ties
the saving grace of the graveyard
may be more pond than pagoda
under granite names so tired
a permanent rest taken for granted
the rattle of the elevated
the roar of the jet
the peace of grass
waiting to be cut
the back road always empty
full with deep dark
in spring frogs
replaced by september crickets
still blacker before the snow visits
an approximation of the leaves
here on earth on the back road
alone among the snaps and edges of cold
out on this two tone
moon skirted by
solids of many lines
luck is northern nights
columns of white
or shivers of nav lights
courses set on ice
giant leaps steps
left in blue paint
right as rain
pooling in the lake
snare staccato plaster
frames the curvilinear plane
brass with all soft fifths of tonics
rips runs on the pillars of mnemonics
sawing in half time to sink
the sun as wave and spin
referential physics remain hidden
let the pelikan alone to stay in
play on and atom a given