Flash / flood
Flash
needle-like
so thin the heart
knows without feeling
(flood)
the changes that it brings
Lonely tree
Moses had water from the rock
And I too if you gut me will give
Awaiting your mail
A little of you there
You’ll be delighted to know that you
register anywhere in anyone’s mind,
a flicker, the wavering line.
Hardly alive in yourself, there’s a
little of you there.
Sailing above it
Bowman
Of cats and secret codes
Would that women were so
open with their readiness, crying
“Come get me” in the night —
“Come get me” — while the
neighbors grumble, “What
is that?” and shut their windows
against the excess of need.
Watchtower
