Poetry
five
FUNERAL
whenever he heard
MOUNTAIN IN
GREECE
bath kid
looking back at the longer
evenings
clean
smell good as
outdoors where
beer people
shook (imperfect)
the pear tree
MORNING
boil
egg
few gouts of kimchi
juice sun
going
green on her
MORNING
rain gifts itself to the very
ill
xavi synchs w
some instrument
he’s quick
no
clarinet
skyline the eye of
a crow in
those days
lounge was a bar with no
windows
toe
-leg nora recalls
everything
ex. joggers were
loucher
but lesser
the quiet end
of the banks
Under the heel of a
mountain
hush
footfalls in the snow
a route
to the land
iqaluit
april for
right light livable a
place the crew can
wait
hunt and
capture the hour for films
blue green
seeming that ice that was 2002
NIGHT GUTTERS
(soundways
owl
Lastimator
The tide gutters
into life
Many hands
seek murky
vittles
(the sea to the tidepool)
You who remembers when
I go I hate to leave