BACKYARD (rev. 2/23/13)

BACKYARD

& a prefab interior
for a final

pine tree, thicket
packed with ticks:

water on sound quickens
small child waiting on a train:

standing life a wall
tissue thin: fuse & filament

sparking something
more than minor.

*

More than days, these.

Central casting brought
us next to lips,

sanctioned
a song

Pastoral

PASTORAL

An entire unit so far free
to make entrance on a coyote
a broken

cactus tethered to falling
snows of last air, newspaper
ink on the hill

hangs above three grimy clouds
& the best of my love so
more to find

uprooted a sandpaper
-like resonance & jangle
these pockets

combed over tilted to the left
askew Army cap she & I
watch from a dune

a line of sandpipers & the lake
a cathedral: evaporation
is how you make salt.

BACK YARD

Semi-vast interior
for my final

pine tree, thicket
packed with ticks:

water on sound quickening
small child waiting on a train:

life standing up a wall
tissue thin: fuse & filament

sparking something
more than minor.

*

More than days, these.

Central casting brought
us next to lips,

sanctioned
a song.

Reading

Reading Jess Walter's Financial Lives of the Poets, which is pretty amusing so far, though several chapters in I haven't yet discerned a plot.

A book on book indexing.

Chop Suey, a semi-scholarly cultural history of Chinese food in America.

*

textbooks.