the golden concoction of feelings on the water;
the seven pm Spring light:
I am that and
I am that too –
the willful ignorant rage of the shadows creeping

something about a day beginning or
something about a day ending or
can I manufacture something like emotion
something likeĀ Love –
can I turn it on;
inside out
like a weapon

Can I graze it against my face;
a finality; a river
Escalations of bone; I am broth; I am hunter
you press me; flower ribcage into your book –
a field guide gatherer, a fumbled heartĀ forager;
a finder of lost lingerings
I, a postcard,
I, a lock of hair still
to the
Is it a lock then – or a key – or a strand?