The sky is
stomping grapes
& bending
the silverware into interesting
shapes
the
light returning
e quel remir if you want to get
hung up on it
The
leaves full of voices
murmuring
& disconsolate
& the light
as it might reflect upon an alabaster nude
(choose the sex
that works for you)
The
eucalyptus leaves trembling in the wind
full of voices
a carefully
shattered attention
disconsolate,
perhaps
depending from a thread of smoke
Seaside diorama,
surfboard in a bottle, & the light
suffused in haze
lamplight
thru a near transparent silk curtain
silver in shadow
la luz de Oriente
in a sharkskin bikini
