Scores
               of scorpions
                                 honey-bright

      O for Orchard leads only
to Orchard Hill Miniature Horses,
      then Orchid Coiffeurs.

You dismiss the tiny, protesting fraction
back home, claim you've learned a nation

The poets have all told my story wrong
thought there was a well, and me out all alone.
The well was deep and so the rope was long.

While watching 
a movie
with a lovely, unyielding, 

Suddenly fatigued among French
women in the roman

“Look, my legs,” you point after lying on the rocks. 
By your toes, water is light yellow 
like the most beautiful mouth wash. 

Where you are now
Passing colors through your heart

You’re holding a bubble in your hands
It reflects everything as it grows

Where maid and eunuch whisper ‘love and death’,
While Hawk and Eagle grouse and peck and lurch,
Two parakeets upon a single perch.