Little moves on sight
blinded by histories
as trivial or expansive
as the rain
seducing light
into a blurred excitement
Then
she opens
all of one eye
as accurate as longing
as two hands beholden to the hunger of green leaves
and
rinsing them back
into regular breath
she who sees
she frees each of these
beggarly events
cleansing them
of dust and other death
Poem about Process
And Progress
For Haruko
Hey Baby you betta
hurry it up!
Because
since you went totally
off
I seen a full moon
I seen a half moon
I seen a quarter moon
I seen no moon whatsoever!
I seen a equinox
I seen a solstice
I seen Mars and Venus on a line
I seen a mess a fickle stars
and lately
I seen this new kind a luva
on an' off the telephone