This descent
into love, it was as...

I sing of heroes.
Of Achilles and Patroclus...

Three dark plums in the basket.
I saved them and saved them, until...

Why the world's treasure
is plundered by dark, the thunder...

I'm the sweet orb of August,
firm and plump and glowing orange and red...

A million worlds
inhabit a single stretch of bookshelf...

I got the news while driving
a long road on a showering day...

It's the season closest
if anything...

Four women in a school thick with children
chat over their ripening stomachs about...

Goldilocks
Had hair like a DaVinci angel...

Syllables tumbled murmured
into shoulder mouthing, sweet soft wet...

We were not born in a storm.
There were no heavy-browed...