Buddhas on stilted chairs

I remember her floating face in her mother’s arms
A lightly powdered football wrapped in pink

Who was eaten by a taxi
Lost on a beach of fire

Would the waves cover her husband as she did?
Were the many-colored sea gods beautiful?

Today I am in the room watching the sun evaporate.

Here I am born a brilliant mistake from infinity
And the idea of existence reminds me of turtles

You know how / fussy he is

I can not feel her voice I am too far away skiing in Austria.

Three guys in fluorescent vests are taking down
a tree along my neighbor’s fence line, which is, of course,

my fence line, with my two round-eyed snakes and my wandering

raccoon.

A closer look reveals the blue-dark knot
undone, the torn tissues of the lips,
the disheveled velvets and violet silks
of a woman hurrying to a tryst