stark stark street

differing degrees of darkness
for five a.m. tapestry smoked with rain,
----stark stark street sprinkled softly
there is one lack of light and there are many more
exact to be six, six to be precisely vague.
four pours three into two for one
march of ides following pi day
slumped over the wheel on the way to waking for work
                                        take a wok and stir fry the sun
over mt hood in another cold hour plainly helping
morning definition in descending donsense,
the crumbly glacier sure to go underfoot
rushing hours into metal alone cages
creaking vintage full of dinosaur sap
souring sweet air.

take a walk& the land walks you.
*    *   *
take a walk     take a walk     &the land walk you
wake a talk                                  &the foot move view.
make a fist make a fist            &the mind is true
true mind make sky                  go  blue
take a look     take a look       &the look is you
thru& thru   open new            thru and thru
lake a dock                                   lake a dock
make a lake                                 use a rake
cape the mock                           camp the mock.
*   *   *
someday will hold again
again, woman,
sleeping at night enmeshed
with hair scent sweet morning skin.
naked mostly, unshelved in unkind aspects
blissed from dream
hormones, and company.


            3-15-17 Portland