It was not the beach pea that moved
but the bee that moved the flower,
they proved that.
Another, though slower was the vetch…
Autotomy in spiders is a voluntary act.
With such surprises, anticipation should have them
humming like the truck of wear-dated carpet
that idled all night in the Hardee's parking lot.
Sick maybe, and if so yes for home, but not homesick,
that place where vast pastures continue as horizons—
but scared, and hoping as in a game with friendly players
they let you take back a wrong move. That something…
Nothing is motionless, not the painted portrait
blinking while you're away
whose acids are discoloring buttons, whose frame
is oxidizing while moistening its eyes…
The ocean unfolds itself. The tongue stays put,
unreadable and needless.
We come to watch, speechless to the lake
where dragonflies dip their abdomens like brushes…