FORMALISM

1/
creeping cold anoints
joints in mesh dull pain
rain is on the way and I
closing domed sky today
feel it all through my skin
doing the best play keeping it in
thinking about that
what is this daydream
seaming the world lead pewter
sky nacreous hauteur though dead
the human realm errs today
the world the whole world silent wont say


2/
autumn oblique light
mutes windows mirror
for reflecting silhouette
sunset royal red all still
crocus mauve gold bleeds across
horizon clearing lull evening’s face
placing the hour past
trust and into faith
rathe gives way to mild while sere
drowns in cold dews here a lid
byzantine leaves there I dip
like the sunflower cant raise head up


3/
old enamel bath
staffing the garden
embraces bruised twilight
mid mint and kale white bone blues
draws midges last light to green
murky meniscus of the pooled rain
crane flies fall to dance
trance of their own wings
song silvering moon on moss
autumn nights draw close a lone
late cicada lost summer
no mate without home and soon winter


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