...obligatory morning song...

cold rain slowing soft

in the less than immediate

rise of a single sun

dashed by cumulus

tossed by nimbus

(in the fridge are two

empanadas, foiled in

their plan) I chose the fruit

Bill told me to do so

...stutter...

And the duties of letter

Patronage of pen

Worship of word

Has fallen into the white spaces

Below the deck              Past

The buoy 

Off the edge of the flat faltering

Thinning crisp of an earth

...firing blanks...

there isn't

much of this

going on

these days


(there is much

fear in this)

...clay nation...

shuffle and slide

into the skid and skin

while her feet

shaped the earth

in a wave of red

over the entire

feverish country

looking for the net

fishing below

the orbiting sphere

...flight...

i haven't gone anywhere

folks              just taking

flight

(briefly grounded)

(briefly deaf)

I haven't gone anywhere

few folks      just taking

inventory

(flight delayed)

(briefly delayed)

I haven't gone anywhere

faithful few  just taking

directions

(flight grounded)

(beliefs unfounded)