David Weiss
from ‘ebbles


harrying hammer, this deflated
bell binds 1 to 1, an angel’s
wing to slap fight




wing-tip flick a flux & move-
ment & falling soggy
edge

chrome & peeking sheesh
scamper to new diction, care
long & near in wilting
air




. . . whistl-
ing clover, truism
&screwy banding an
uneven orange : tulip-ish &
hard . . .




cabled eardrum a hip
set to twinge

low cycle with-
out gardens — with-
in a mirror's squawk —
symmetries
rehearsed & bordered, grasp-
ing at
tinsled distance as dander
climbing& galvanic

gist as immaculate
&inarticulate

when waking — a fall
between dawnings




light steeped in water, sky
the shine between &
red brick beneath