..

S-apart f
rom the porch lights of dreaming

who hadn't yet to show
jagged edge of horizon
so of moths followed


had looked  t-them all far
not as far






Anticipation dodged to left-t
she is whispers

painting charcoal
across the chest
the fingers buried between the sheets





for waking in time

--at the pavement through

the window as
it was

-thrown at the shrine of helios

oh mischievous Dusk
for every minute you thieve

one was ours





was for me as running
not apart as far/

not with headlights to glare
at a wisdom in the gutter
invoked the
Sun, escape from a hollow word
into nothing of consequence