Sport 36: Winter 2008
Drought Year
Drought Year
Even the sky has its hobbies, cirrus, etcetera.
Cannot rain every day and these days any day
can not rain. The sage and I play
sought and found. I am an amateur
and try to keep my blue above the skyline.
Talk of monitoring elsewhere's mountain,
sighs out of ash, and the meteors' signatures.
Mama puts all her eggs in one chimney again.
A plan for a plan. So breaks our oldest news.
Silence, though 'not the void and not contentment',
where wind writes the grass into yellow italics
and the sky dabbles in sunsets, violent festoonery,
faiblesse. It is the minister of the interior.
I can draw lovely flowers and terrible hands.