The Seven Sisters slink their way
across a crystal winter sky...

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

I had a dream last night
where I crossed your path...

I think about death in the morning
while combing my hair, examining...

Twilight folds its apron, and
tucks away patches of sun...

When I die
I want my body burned...

So much newness in the soft crushing
of a ripe red seeded...

Aug 27 1873 Henry G. Ursinus Unknown 0 years 5...
Oct 19 1874 Willie F. Ursinus Typhoid Fever 6...

I. Summer
I figure near the equator...

I figure near the equator,
in that sticky delirious...

It is now the flare
before the final falling...

My cat is
my little striped shadow...