This spring darkness is winding around my neck
in the age of video, how many times I've seen her at the zoowith your eyes, as if seeing for the first time
her early morning breath, tripping
your woman, your angel
as she arrived on the beach
when it was still too dark to see how many paintings you owned
but couldn't you? yet see how many ways?
Go forward, in tiny earthworm tipsshe starts, like I did, a damaged bone
good form. I like the questions very much in this.