ISSUE: Summer 1981
Phosphor of night-cloud, old salt-freighter
sailing between sleep and wake
what was it
you said we couldn’t be
eternal about
sailing between sleep and wake
what was it
you said we couldn’t be
eternal about
Summer leaves
hitting the window
undulations with gold-dust and brick-dust
yellow of field and fence
days of October lily
nights of algae and thrush
how animal
human eyes are
putting the ceremony back
where it belongs
Love is the best of the legend
part of a dream we live
beard-of-a-bald-man night
heavy with particulars
and russet days
whose every minute is the same
small explosions like good-bye
so that you will know me
Daily we bury the body
whose heart hasn’t felt
each boat depart for nothing
sails of metal and file
On a sea of hinges
we stop our grief in the middle
to work, what we are here for
very mouth, very window, very sky
