04-19-2022

like Vanquished, she still

        smiled, hewed, and I

look for, find, cannot


trod maid of field

of her touch and find, of look

sovereign upon me, all

soundless amber


encore, beheld, all brews thine

were not in upon

any distant spices

while north gone white


Industrious Repudiate, as if now had itself


Troubled pools

intellectual agonized, of brimming nosegays

flits, fate keepsakes

a stream, a sea, of grave


a frantic little daily

worshipping ajar

rugged that regret, soul's reached

whole not mean held secrecy


The bells drop,

liberty we long, lustrous

her air prison narrow

satisfies is mine