Snake Island Late 1993

for Bruce Rosensweet

just like when

a kid

I scramble to some private edge
and allow the quarters to undo
the absurd bundle of my life
one fold
at a time

the voices of the four elements
as always
betraying
those things I construct
in order to pronounce
truth

the goose complains
and the wind picks up

thin cloud lowers the light

and leaves begin to fall

popping

the air of passion

bumping words from phrases
pulling meaning to the ground

February.10.95