Draw a sailboat in a circle:
I’ll sail you to the sea.
Give me your triangles,
your loopy clouds,
your beach-stick fire
with swoopy flame:
we’ll squiggle up in happy smoke –
you won’t regret you came.
Draw a sailboat in a circle:
I’ll sail you to the sea.
Give me your triangles,
your loopy clouds,
your beach-stick fire
with swoopy flame:
we’ll squiggle up in happy smoke –
you won’t regret you came.
In the air
it’s where
I keep my money
We sent with our eyes
left us scattered, fallen
aching up
unto the gleaning
Three herring in a hillock,
as the Patuxet had done.
Three spokes of a wheel.
Three eyes,
three mouths in conversation
guard the corn
that grows up through the wheel.
Saltless
Sealess
Carrying nothing I might need