But the moths find you, phantom.

 

& the crackle

of the javelinas

in the brush

 

old litany

defiled the doorling

stood canon toting

 

So, you know the ground here? Where else

is new or to you called unknown:

 

gumtree tipping

onto the marsh

meadow's shoreline

 

The apology wends off as smoke ground to

gravel. So you were here alright, coughing

on the live tape:

 

a canoe's

mystery

hurt by its name

 

Fall back with your hands before or behind

you just so.