13.7.05

SHADES





having flown
over stones lip
to slip down

a sprayed flume
in bright arc
overhead

funneling
a molten window
of a hood

to refract
a nearby
star's light

through the
glimmering
wood

to protect
a covenant
which suggests

the river ride
ends in a wide
opened eye

and also
the rest is
closed off tight

under a smiling
curtain's hushing
glare that

muting . . . knighted
inner . . . raining
stares . . . erase




2 comments:

Shasta said...

mam to rada. ti jsi krasny basnik. epherm-a-real

thorngrubber said...

thank you ... i think