Monthly Archives: June 2013

in an arroyo a bookman’s pick strikes a cache no ambush is set   despite the pipe smoke mesquite & fray’d powder blue denim one good match   a vane gray windmill interrupts intermittence gone with a shade of

I woke too early later I thought that ok and made up the bed   imagination in a tight corner a coin a Canadian   & a lost fairy who points due North to a wall not under the bed

while I was there too apart from that I was of an old ox walk’d by   I took ten photos because the light never chang’d green a good color   as for celadon yesterday in Chinatown I fed him a bowl

inconsequential an eternal infinite an indecision   doubtless the oddest attendants who encounter umbelliferous   rainbows toe to toe no-one there before I said gentle orchards bend

and as no other in the garden that I made remembers the rain   green blue or gray leaf only remind you until I am as color   six is a number one may subtract or arrive nine maids by always