When snow soothes the view, it doesn’t pay to reason
with each shapely flake of its sinless topsoil.
Better admire the crystal’s moronic tolerance.

It is a rugged island of much beauty.
I've just arrived,
rumpled in the harbor bar.

I like it when I’m looking
At a woman’s wrists
I like it when a woman likes to look at my wrists

Cut it way back.
Do not be afraid to pinch the first,
the only blossom. The berry cannot thrive

Is it here their ocean-purple eyes
gaze at the world up as down

If blue isn’t here
it’s there

The paramount, the high water
mark. Cornices and crow’s nests, a ruling
in the belfry. With finials

We are separate and will separate more
our flock beds and bolsters, our porringers
and pot hooks, brought into homes wrought