Made points

Shards glint
Moss drowses

Watch the smile slide off from vertices

Ash spasms in blue air a.m.

The root system lurks hid
As grass clumps hunker

Where there was a path a path was
Embers where

Rings of crinkled growth leaf sungen
And the noon brays cloudless

Empty teeth with arcs awry

One box with a cross on it was broke

The loam blown and gone all blown away

Musick

Curling
rose head drops
and taps the
piano wood:

mouthful of sound

Feet ache
with their bleach film
naked and
out of Sun

Mown
grass shrinks
and darkens in the yard

Do love the green
and unbelieving chestnut leaves

Insolent guitar
turns face away

contains
a breath upstairs
where she

tucks up sleep
in her arms

Think on
the delicate
neck of bird

Worm makes
a circle and waits