from: “Terms of Brother”
(In Memory of Jack Rose)
Vibrations
remain to sweep across
the edge, distort
the signs of passing
blessed be the name
brother scolded, a slip
of the tongue
aside, a sentence
untangled
saw something claw
at smoke, Kensington
thought’s beginning
one light to strings
struck deep a coral
garden, buzzing
color against skeleton
& left, left
spirits in the house
steel bursts
in the morning between
snow & rain
Posted 12/28/09