22 astorian daylights
for
hannah
22
joy-dark
sliver of winter
light,shiver
-ing
swim or
sway of
no dancer,I was
there,I
hear,and she
was a room,you
hear these
things you
hear from
the snow
21
19
cons-skyousnes-
-s splits
undead
mirror
18
of sincere-
ity’s snow,fire
18
miracle scythe through a winter of stone
I dreamt of a snake
and you were there as the wing
of you’
re whisper was real
to me,painted silver
enclave of swimmers
16
gentlest of
voices,my
startled hook,how
bright with each stone
the net’s melting
claw
15
over air
are there
more per-fec-
t words to the tenth of me,sphere
-ness of frangible sky.light
14
inherent mask,
hallway
ashaway
17
each place
is beginning,to
look like the place i
knew as prisms
know
13
torchless hour,how
in
love
,ship
-lights or light
-red,a minnow’s touch
12
cloak in,winter’s
mouth,leashing
un-l
ashed light I
am I am frost for her,her
moth’swing
11
paper bird
longing from
air a-
pear-
-ent glass
10
drunken in
a ditch for seven
years watching
the one-ing
of who can
say was it light
or Rhode
Island or the wind was i wrong
about the every dark
9
your pain
t-
-ing appears as a face,cloven
mirage melti-n
g the mouth closing,eyes
8
softness of a window locking.
7
on crystal-line
lake of 70th
street,
6
the men rip
the ground
from the water.they
have always swum
here,cloaked
in a vio-
let hiero-glyphic
5
bound,less
blurring of
blueskinhair
4
of course,i
knew all of
this already
mandrakes
in mountain air,fruit-
less daggers olive
winds my ches-
t summer’
s clay
3
how is there so much silence in a bird
’s.rainbow
noir.
2
after,noons
here
now
as.Windows
again, as
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