Wednesday, April 13, 2016


Kant said
          said “can’t”

when you can’t
move that lead moon
on running maple

singing to scale
floating redwoods
lost in October

beneath drinking elms
at chilling dusk,

the cul-de-sac

her voice:
          thicker oak
          splintering orange sky;

when I couldn’t
remember it

it was all

I could hear.