#745 - in the summer age of moss & the energy of certain objects

 

16.i.22

745

3.16

in the summer age of moss

 

here we are

hollow in the day

from which rare flight

 

a worm until

this half sun’s

telling

 

a palm of bright parrots

and hear them feast

other birds only look on

 

 

 

 

the energy of certain objects

 

a stone is out of time

beach and thirst

take under the tongue

 

some were first ideas

or I’ll be skull for instance

when no longer

 

the old tobacco tin

whiff of when

 

days into a tree

of the leaf pour

 

string

junk of other ages

 

the letter travelling past lives

 

here in another year dodging

and could go on like this