A watermark is mystery.
Someone is watching from a skyline –
at eye level, conscious
& silk or fish-
a science of
one man’s foreclosure
were falling from
sheets of fixation with umbrage light
as skeins of flowers
you name bridges in threes & couples as you
sound your syllables outside of a cave
where we live your better evenings
atonement is one word
that cannot be translated into another voluble
still frame, dear lover. You’ll keep a lamp lit for a decade.