AMULETS
#1
the beads
mindful draw a circle
in
the stock of
senses
running
the blood booms
from the floor of the eye
the well of the voice
the sounding skins
you were never so lovely as the day you played the cello
the water of
a shadowed sleep
light keeping you
reach
of the numbers
transparency
of stars
hawk watching above
#2
blazing forsythia
spring the young deer bounding
edge of field and woods
corner
window
flicker of rain birds
heart from broken ground
you turn round a clock-
face lovely as
a woman you knew
turning
bridges at the song of passing
we are standing with our hands open
shaking our open hands
woods reach all along the field that is not empty
sky cluttered with obstinate yearning
but the grasp lets slip the line
that is what the knot was for
not to remember but to catch
you before you go
#3
the wonder tree
hands like flames rising
smoke print on the eye
clouds burning islands
we touched down but the ground
kept receding, sea of severed feet
path of unintentional discoveries
gutted desire, the candle
house mirage a leaving
no wrappings
gift of furies, the crude
earthbound engineers
of sacrifice
#4
lines rendered invisible, night
nestles the small lamplight
screen of light against the beating wings
lost like a dream
image spun from the body
the tongue flapping and
music ran through the house
red trace in a corner of the city
to inscribe a name
over the slate fragments
river of names
dust may sing still
in the visitor's path
oh that wonderful
edge of the dream
when you are falling back into dreaming
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