Postcard Cadenza
A jeep goes up its indefinite trace
bouncing off knots and locks of low cloud
And the mountain partly lives
and partly is gashed forever where it lives
The black boxes in their monastery piles
Everyone is dazed from his long fall
Appearance of basalt under a jar
I’m bending it to a new use of light
Mouths are of volcanoes and faces
warming up and unannounced
Posted 11/18/11