Sea like a mirror.
One. Ripples with the appearance of scales formed, but without foam crests.

One A.M.
two cops
three teens nabbed

Sitting on a park bench, he knows what’s silly,
music and the unexplainable riffs,

Long moments of silence that oddly resembled
the tablecloth, guests in a
kinship of guests.

I wane to imitate their moral blister; I want to be full of
the pus of inaction. Safe friends, patterning themselves

Always above, on a stair, in a tower,
the diamond-eyed magician treds the air,
and dabbles in the witchcraft of perfection,

Once I thought there was no blue in nature
except the sky—I thought Nature couldn’t make
a blue fiower, or tree, or creature.

I was embarrassed in a garter snake’s presence.
—I’d screamed when it slithered under my hand
as I leaned to pick the first ripe blueberry.

They shrivel and dry.
In heavy wind or rain.
Fall.

    At first it was all surprise. The man met the woman, desired.
The moment she gave herself to his embrace he kissed her
everywhere. He undressed and kissed her body. Here she was,