Under Four Flags
a transitional place
bears evidence of others dwelling:
a house pit in the shape of a nest
another like a noose.
Here a knife was lost not in time
but space, ours a useful
relationship though not a tight one.
I liked the shadows
in the shade of the trees,
the implication that we
would return together
in a future beyond the blue white churn
of the ocean, so vast, at the jut of rock.
Things as they are were recognized
and unwanted, limb
of a black-clawed bird:
a frozen accidental, leg asunder
& thrown over the chainlink fence
beneath your wall, my windows.
Iridin: sedative medicine
render me anything but artless.
Along the walk orphan children,
scrutinize & eye the white bloom
rising from the hot humus
near the source spring.
Chapel walls and crèche
Little Sisters of Jesus your
French fleur-de-lis lodged
at the cusp, in my throat.
Between us we knew
there was something to lose—
fragrant in June heat & a field
of confusion nothing like metaphor:
moss campion, minute orchids, sweet