ayaladn

howsoever

strove,

a shovel

as a stave,

so hove

the heaviest,

the veriest

restiveness,

given

the vicinity

 

no sooner under cover

with the lover of the buckram

than the boldface briar

both the byre adorn

and slight the snow,

as should I stay-at-home

whole worlds import

from circumstance apart

the door’s white arc,

frontispiece discrete

those who keep your secrets

thereat their part report

and there entirely at last

you earn your rest not less

 

though more than this part impart

the deeper past recalls

and then decidedly at least

you know as best yours ease

to sit the while conform

in fallen snow the more

of every aught in form

and numberless at once

 

the rook announce the moon

the icy briar wound

the wizened twilight too

the road is lost perhaps

 

a wider landscape of

a separation from

complexity and norm

unlimited by north

dearst own 0,

sent the plural of

modem/mussed  bee/modim

1 set

 

dearst  Arista,

your gift wasis says

an inspiration i keep some where

you may not need

 

door kist June,

so tender

is the air of late

just a hint off clarity

wrest with it i set these

clocks and cloaks on

 

dour Steno,

you must return the favor

writ fore thee stop

or all as dirkissed deign

 

dear Lin,

don’t rush about so2i said

that made of yours shall always be

as still as these elsewhere

i do

set green gloves

and martens