I see amanitas almost every
Day on Tinakori Hill. Of reindeer
Red
Black
Think I then. No time have I to rate us
Well. I trundle up the Monty Python Hill.
Teal
Tell
Above stark lows and grays abide blue
Levels! memories! like saucers gliding
Aqua
Wintry
On a field or sea, a plane contrasting
With tall monticule.
Teal
Bed
Small mandibles of insect scorpions
Trace patterns as of missing spider webs,
Ray
Clouds
A dove's mobility regarding time
For two years, he just said, a human hid
Roads
Hay
Transfigured, fire before the flesher's sea,
A bow above my level four of cloud
Wind
Womb
Which heralds not a drench of monsoon but
Small mandibles of insect scorpions
Red
Bends
Make us fill out forms.
But I return, and so does he again,
And when?
And then?
As we evade, thus far, our shrieking whims.
The ravaged Caeser of a cabbage leaf
Cool
Colors
Falls off my head past glasses in thereon.
Our savaged sand lives, smoke and dust consoled.
