the shape of their voices
a little farther yet
blowing in from chicago
the moose shines bright the stars give a light and you may kiss a porcupine at 10 O’clock at night
take it to the top with puzzles toggling between nothingness and a match thrown across a dark room
As Evening Touches A Forest Of Redbirds Around Her Song
In The Meadow By The Red House The Wolf-Dog Bowed Submissive
the cow catcher on the train of commotion
Red House Dark Room Diptych
