Joshua's Bright Lily
A single peacock feather
Ablaze in the tree’s winter
Branches
Each shivering angel
The glint of our desire
The new year come sudden
In Joshua’s bright lily, verily
At the end
Of the last dead
Season
This sky is mine, this dome
Is mine, this heart is mine
Even though it is yours and
Is alone always
The sun brought to
The horizon’s builded slant
Two rams tupping at
The border of heaven
Gold so loud there is no
Other, buds fluorescing
In the contrails’ spill
These are names
We pass one to another
First the shiver, then
The glint