10/19/08
In the overheard voice’s quiver
a dozen arrows
Are you a transistor?
I am elements of that
bewildered rectifier
I infinite ellipsis care to
the shareholder
A large, beautiful room, rich and picturesque
the wind asks
and from the trees
a slow yellow downpour
of leaves
vanish and am
a river
receiver of incandescent estuaries
“water splits water”
tortillas heavenly sent
When the rain stops I
see the small stream
quietly weaving light
toward the sewer
and in the quick varieties of that gleam
undulate gracefully, my pupils.