divination by means of clapping a single rose leaf between one’s hands
No visible evening falls. Sweetness occurs from the first breath, immediate and familiar. Snow west of the waterfront. I am elsewhere. Capable of missing the deer among the fir trees. They roam aglow. Wandering the imaginary body. O bright, bright elsewhere, how will you remember the missing? I write toward the sand sifting clear into the mouth as the cactus wren in the town garden cull scorched thorns for seed, and thieves gather hair-dried nests. The mind at this level can be poked. Pride capitulates to beauty. My pleas obverse. Wild rose, I will go on all night beating sapphire into the sea.