Even the sea is put to bed.
Even the cliffs along the shores look both ways

I have stacked and restacked the hay bales
now that the horse isn’t here
to kick them over and over.

We did not cry out in alarm. Jill
did fall down, and something spilled.

We begin, we extend, we reach forth, we
entice, we commence, we begin to dream, we

I go to the closet to select a tie.
I say to myself what could happen.

A man is teaching his son to play the piano. He tells the boy, the piano loves to be touched.

Everyone is dead, has been dead / for a long time

It is here but the colors
have stayed away. Guests
to no one—they pout inside