smoak

reige

leaftings

crumb

And the leaves uncurled their edges
so entrance was easier.

Under door lip
slick as a knife cut.

Crouching in corners
as if merely blown in.

Trod upon and crunched
into crumbs.

Life was glass
and crumb
and fall.

The divination of
sighs and
silences and
sleep sounds.

How much time
a tongue
lingered.

A sifting
through. Small
breathings.

Paper is easier
even when every
thing any
thing no
thing is spelled out.

A shuffle an arm
arced over head any
body un
concerned and in
visible.

A damp dervish a
spectacle an
oddity
white and naked
as a hunter moon.

Those that enter the house
on the sole
of a bare foot
at least
are invited.

Try to read a fall
of leaves. A hand stays still
at least.

shade

A smooth glass counts
for some
thing. Look through
it. Look at.
White liquid
spins when
the glass spins. When
it rains that
torsoed tree trunk
just past
the window

with the crooked shade
is a nude
torso
one breast only
when white liquid spins
in a smooth glass
& it rains through
the sad window with
the crooked shade.
Look at.
Pretty words

are gone now & white paper
could mean any
thing. Could mean
a bad day now. Could
mean a good day for some
one else. Could mean no
thing but that is
how it is. Put
it back.
Look at this
day. Look away when

you must when
necessary. Look down.
White rain spins.
Crooked shades hide
wet tree trunks &
white pay
per. Thick liquid
slides
& you
can mean so
many things. In your

pocket right
now white pay
per melts in white
liquid in the wash in
time. Through sad win
dows secret liquid slides
oily & white
down torsos
one breast only.
Secret words in sad
liquids shift and spin.

rainand

oursaaren