Come through, in light...

Fire me out and beyond
like a comet. Star sojourner
herald like the tempest king
hurricane of hurri-

canes ever way-
ward ever afar ...

The Tree's limbs sag...

The Tree's limbs sag
        from the heaviness
        of our wishes...

Ferried

I've liberated the bloom
          and have thrown out
all the dead petals
from this bouquet
          of tulips...

Chamois on the rock-face...

Chamois on the rock-face
             drawn,
still. God, I'd
              love to smell your skin;
dance the wall of your heart
              beat-
ing out of time...