Issue 161, Spring 2002
Destination, in the land of never enough,
is the cornice of all I can give / all that I know,
given over to deep blue sky.
The confirmation of poet is doctor;
the consummation of doctor is poet.
I have a black, silk-velvet gown.
In the composite, stranger / oh most intimate
incarnates the lens, eyes promontory, body oblique.
Her lover is a dried red rose.