prancing on
the heart

on the
long grass

among the
golden wheat

and the
full moon

god

down          down


down          down

There -- is some fog above the pond.
There is some fog above the "pond."
Here is some fog above the pond.
There is some haze above the pond.
There is some fog... above the pond.
There is some fog over the pond.  
...There is, some fog above the pond.
There... is some fog above the pond.
There (some fog is above the pond.)
There is this fog above this pond.

her
out of fruitlessness
her

I had sometimes
thought of her

. . .

where the mind goes
a star,  a coat —
on the bee

all
of the night sky
glares

at you --
& the moonlight
comes down

onto that feathery
pale warmth.
The color

it enters
& smacks me whole
this to be my undoing?

My meager talk,
unknown
to time