SET loose upon the hills to tramp all night
To crawl beneath the season's leaves
Or tower into trees with searing light
And breathe upon a bright framework of limbs,
The fire proceeds before the wind,
A liquid light of tongue curled upon tongue
ALL the relations sleep.
Forced to early beds by lack of light
Mother, sister, husband, children
have left me
to delight in my own power.
The storm that downed the wires is over,
steady rain's moved into the back yard.
I sit on the top of t [...]
I looked you up
in this phonebook
to see your name in print.
Here you are:
your first name sheltered
by your last and Maple Road
like panelling, a fireplace,
hot coffee and two mugs.
The seven magic numbers
to unhouse you,
to change t [...]